"Do you recognize them?" Lin Fan looked at the group of young people and asked Yun Qingyao, who had just come out of the restroom.
Yun Qingyao glanced over and said, "I recognize a few; they were the ones throwing triangular spikes on the road before. Do you think they're here to save me? You're probably overthinking it; they're not my people. They're just some local thugs who were paid to do a job before."
Lin Fan nodded, then took Yun Qingyao back to their seat.
Soon, the owner came over with two dishes, smiling as she asked, "Handsome guy and beautiful lady, two bowls of rice, right?"
Yun Qingyao shook her head and said, "I'm not eating."
She wouldn't take off her mask in public, so she could only watch Lin Fan eat.
But Lin Fan said, "Bring two bowls of rice; I can eat two bowls by myself."
