Words Spoken Too Easily

When Zhu Maolin returned from outside, he found that Xiao Lu was no longer in the booth... The induction cooker had already been turned off, and the soup base had gone cold long ago.

Maybe she had just gone to the restroom or something? Zhu Maolin instinctively thought so.

He shook his head and glanced at the things he had just bought—a few small cakes from a nearby pastry shop.

But after waiting for a while, Zhu Maolin still did not see Xiao Lu return, and he began to feel that something was wrong. He simply called over the manager. "The friend of mine who was working part-time here just now—has she left?"

"Ah... now I remember." The manager looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. Things were so busy that I didn't notice you had returned, Mr. Zhu... It was like this: your friend hurriedly told me she had something to take care of and had to leave first. She couldn't wait for you, so she asked me to let you know."

"Did she?" Zhu Maolin nodded, then suddenly asked, "You said she was in a hurry?"

"I think so..." The manager thought for a moment before continuing. "I think she said there was some emergency at home. I'm not too sure either. But she did look quite anxious, so I guess something really happened."

"Mm, I understand." Zhu Maolin nodded, then said directly, "Then bring me the bill."

"Welcome back next time!"

After leaving the hotpot restaurant, Zhu Maolin glanced at the time... At this hour, she had probably already gone home.

Go home. Make a decision early. That was what he told himself.

But after retrieving his car from the parking lot, Zhu Maolin recalled what the manager at the hotpot restaurant had said. He thought for a moment, then