Guo Yurong hadn't been gone for long when the person he had just mentioned appeared at the shop entrance.
"Smells pretty good," Ouyang Bing said, glancing at Mudou. "Do you think that guy surnamed Guo is lying to me this time?"
Mudou silently shook his head. Whatever he said would be wrong.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? That he wouldn't lie to me? Or that you don't know?" Ouyang Bing glared at his guard. "Calling you Mudou is spot on. You can't answer nine out of ten questions."
"What about the last one?" Jin Qianqian, resting her chin in her hands and staring at them curiously, couldn't help but interject.
"The last one? He ate it." Realizing he'd been spotted, Ouyang Bing simply stepped through the door. "Are you Miss Gu?"
From their conversation just now, Jin Qianqian had already guessed their purpose for coming. "I am. What kind of pastries would you like to buy, sir?"
