Yang Yuhuan's face showed a hint of shyness as she held Fang Yun's hand tighter.

However, her gaze fell on the cold dishes, and one of her claws tugged at Fang Yun's clothes while the other pointed at the food.

Fang Yun covered her eyes with his hand and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"Ying ying... hmph!" Yang Yuhuan turned her head to avoid Fang Yun's hand, looking at him dissatisfied, as if asking if he thought she ate too much.