Guo Yurong had only just left when the very person he had mentioned appeared at the shop's entrance.
"It smells pretty good," Ouyang Bing said, glancing at Mudou. "Tell me, do you think that Guo fellow is trying to fool me this time?"
Mudou silently shook his head. 'Anything I say will be wrong.'
"What's that supposed to mean? That he won't fool me? Or that you don't know?" Ouyang Bing glared at his guard. "You really live up to your name, Mudou. I ask ten questions, and you can't even answer nine of them."
"Then what about the tenth one?" Jin Qianqian, who had been cupping her chin and curiously watching them, couldn't resist chiming in.
"The tenth one? He ate it." Seeing that he'd been noticed, Ouyang Bing strode through the door. "You must be Miss Gu?"
Jin Qianqian had already guessed his purpose from the conversation. "I am. What sort of pastries can I get for you, sir?"
