Chapter 523 - Kitten, Meow Like a Cat… (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After entering the palace kitchen, Nan Zhi changed into the pastry chef’s uniform, hat and wore a mask as required.

Only a pair of eyes were visible.

When Yi Fan told her to stop, she turned around, lowered her head and had a cautious look.

Yi Fan stood not far away and when he saw that the woman was carrying a plate of desserts, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Nan Zhi was of broadcasting and hosting background, so naturally she was able to change her voice. She deliberately lowered her voice with a slight hoa.r.s.eness and said, “I’m sending up the freshly made desserts to Young Master Xiaojie.”

“Come downstairs immediately after delivering it. Don’t stay up there.”

Nan Zhi nodded, turned around and went upstairs.

Yi Fan stared at the woman’s slender, tall figure for a while. He did not know if it was a hallucination but this pastry chef’s back looked a little familiar.

Nan Zhi carried the dessert up to the second floor. Along the two sides of the corridor that was covered with luxurious retro-styled carpet, were more than ten rooms, and the doors of each room looked the same. It was luxurious.

Nan Zhi had no idea which room Xiaojie was in.

She pushed open the doors of several room boldly, but they were all empty.

Nan Zhi went forward again.

Suddenly, a cold and dignified voice came from the corner of the stairs. “This is the third hostage-taking shooting in half a year. Although there were no hostage casualties this time, the impact was very bad. Can you manage the security of the capital for me? If not, let your big brother do it.”

“Let Big Brother do it!”

It was Mu Sihan’s voice.

Nan Zhi looked around. Now she had no way to back down. If she did not find a place to hide, she would surely be found.

She put her fingers on the handle of the door behind her. She twisted it gently, opened the door and stepped back quickly.

She realized it was a study only when she was inside.

The man’s voice was coming towards the door of the study.

Nan Zhi looked around. The study was big but there was hardly any hiding place.

Seeing the large rosewood desk, Nan Zhi had no time to think and wriggled in with the pastries.

The moment she wriggled in, the door of the study was pushed opened.

Ye Fengjun, who had a cold expression and the aura of a king who was above everyone else, strode towards the desk.

“You’re really useless. You can’t do anything well…”

Nan Zhi heard the voice of Ye Fengjun coming over to the desk and her hair stood on end.

There must be only a few people in the palace who dared to scold Mu Sihan and call him useless!

It must be Mu Sihan’s elder!

If he saw her huddling under the table, would he…

Nan Zhi’s heart was in her mouth.

She curled her fingers and cold sweat oozed out of her palm.

She could not let him see her.

What should she do?

Her thick and long eyelashes fluttered. She took a deep breath and let out a meow sound.

Mu Sihan was listlessly listening to Ye Fengjun’s lecturing him, when he heard a meow, his dark eyes narrowed immediately.

He stepped forward and sat on the black leather chair before Ye Fengjun.