Guo Yurong hadn't been gone for long when the person he had just mentioned appeared at the shop entrance.
"It smells pretty good," Ouyang Bing said, glancing at Mudou. "Do you think that guy Guo is lying to me this time?"
Mudou shook his head silently. Saying anything would be a mistake.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? Does it mean he isn't lying to me? Or do you just not know?" Ouyang Bing glared at his guard. "Calling you Mudou wasn't wrong at all. Ask you ten questions, and you can't answer nine of them."
"What about the remaining one?" Jin Qianqian, who had been resting her chin in her hand and watching them curiously, couldn't help but interject.
"The remaining one? He ate it." Seeing that he had been spotted, Ouyang Bing simply stepped through the door. "Are you Miss Gu?"
From their brief conversation, Jin Qianqian had already guessed his purpose for coming. "I am. What kind of pastries would you like to buy, sir?"
