Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

"But," Chen Leyao suddenly bit her lip, looking somewhat distressed at the two people in front of her, her voice as frail as the buzz of a mosquito, "I just thought about it carefully, and he, he seems to have never mentioned that he is the Third Prince. He always asked me to call him Third Young Master."

At this, Chen Ruochu couldn’t help but laugh out loud, looking at Chen Leyao as if she were a big fool. "Then how did you confirm that he was the Third Prince? Wishful thinking? Fancying yourself in love?"

"It was, it was Matchmaker Taohua who said so." Chen Leyao’s face couldn’t hold up to such words from Chen Ruochu, but her rebuttal lacked any persuasive power, "Moreover, everything he said hinted that he is the Third Prince."

"Hinted? Did he ever personally admit to being the Third Prince?"

Chen Leyao pursed her lips and lowered her head, her voice so soft it was like the ripples in still water, "He never said so."

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Foolish!

If it weren’t for the fact that she felt sorry for Chen Leyao, Chen Ruochu really wanted to scold her outright, saying she deserved to be deceived; who else should they deceive if not such fools?

However, now wasn’t the time for scolding, first and foremost, they needed to deal with those swindlers.