From Hope to Confusion, Tang Yuehua's Doubts

Tang San stared at the woman before him, who had rushed into the shop with a sleazy grin, rubbing her hands together, and his mind completely shut down.

Was this really the same person?

One second she had been gentle and holy; the next, she was acting like some street punk had possessed her?

But before Tang San could break free from this massive cognitive dissonance—

The figure who had just looked ready to pounce on the dining table suddenly stopped.

She turned back.

When Tang San looked up, he met a pair of eyes he knew all too well, brimming with mockery and malicious amusement.

They were exactly the same eyes he had seen yesterday while being chased and whipped!

The Rakshasa God bared her teeth in a grin that made Tang San's scalp tingle.

The next second—

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Tang San felt his hands suddenly grow light. The meat buns he had just bitten into, still steaming hot and carrying all his happiness and gratitude, were sent flying with a slap.

After tracing a perfect arc through the air, they landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and became covered in dust.

"Still eating?"

The Rakshasa God raised a finger and jabbed Tang San's forehead again and again, her tone full of reproach.

"Have you finished your work? Is eating all that's in your head?"

"Get back to work already!"

After saying that, she could not even be bothered to spare Tang San another glance. Turning away, she instantly put that lewd grin back on her face, rubbing her hands together as she eagerly hurried over to Lin Feng's table.

"Hehehe, Senior, I'm here, I'm here..."

Tang San was left standing there alone in a daze.

He slowly lowered his head, looked at