"Are you really Formoy? Can I invite you to my party?"
As he spoke, he opened the carved railing, bent down and extended his hand to invite Yao Yi into the garden.
Yao Yi pointed at the cakes and said, "I'm going in. Can I try some of your cakes?"
Seeing that Yao Yi did not refuse, the young master said excitedly, "Of course! If you like, I will ask the housekeeper to continue making it. These cakes are specially prepared by my pastry chef for today's party."
“Is today your birthday?”
"Um."
"Happy birthday to you then." Yao Yi said, taking out a pearl from her schoolbag and handing it to her little master, "For you. As a birthday present."
The little master took it happily.
But just as he put it in his palm, a young man with slicked back hair came over.
He reached out and knocked the pearl out of the little master's hand.
"Emma, don't be fooled."
The little master immediately bent down and looked for pearls in the grass.
After searching for a long time, I finally found the pearl.
"Evans, this is my party. I can invite whoever I want. It's none of your business!"
Evans glanced at Yao Yi indifferently and said sarcastically, "This is the highest-level gathering in Morocco. The participants are either rich or noble. Why should she, a passerby, join us?"
Some girls couldn't stand it and stepped forward to argue, "She is Fuermoyi!"
"Folmore? That's ridiculous! Even if she is Folmoy, she is just an internet celebrity and has no right to attend our party!"
Hearing this, some people were dissatisfied, "Her grandfather is a famous entrepreneur in China."
Evans still looked disdainful, "This is Morocco, not China."
The little master Emma glanced at Evans angrily.
I really want to slap Evans in the face.
But her parents reminded her to treat every guest at the party well and make them happy.
Just then, a figure walked over.
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