Uncle Zhuge Yun was so insistent that Xiao Xiao went along with him and ordered a coffee, then sat down in the café.
He also accepted Zhuge Yun's suggestion and waited in the café until the rain let up.
He wasn't in a hurry.
Little Taotie also clamored for cake...
By the time the car stopped again, the sky had begun to brighten.
Xiao Xiao pushed open the door and got out.
As expected, the rain had already stopped.
Xiao Xiao held Little White Fox in one arm.
Maybe he had plenty of time, so he'd only sent that one message—
"Quite a few people come here because of its reputation."
"Huh?"
"Ahem~"
"Let's not change the subject."
Feng Tingchang rubbed the back of his neck.
How could it be half and half?
But there were exceptions.
"Did they give you a discount?"
There hadn't been a discount?
Xiao Xiao looked rather innocent.
"Weren't we asking what happened to Eighth Brother?" "You should examine your own conscience before you say that."
Zhao Luzheng's sudden rise in volume—and the squeak at the end—startled Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun.
Huh?
He coughed almost inaudibly a few times.
"I'll go up and get you."
"Hey, hey."
Otherwise, who would go into a café, order coffee, and down it all in one go...
"Then what happened?"
"I ordered a whole table of cakes."
Eighth Brother's roses!?
The three of them, thinking they'd found the answer, were baffled again.
Xiao Xiao's calmness made the three of them, who had been making such a fuss, start to doubt themselves.
They'd already brought his things back to the dorm for him.
"Could it be..."
"When you were in the café, were you drinking coffee or eating cake?"
"I left something in your bag."