The entire little restaurant fell silent. The owner stared blankly at Qin Fen. They were all neighbors and fairly familiar with one another; many knew Chef Qin, yet the Chef Qin standing in the restaurant now had suddenly become utterly unfamiliar.
The female delinquent only wanted to say, holy shit, you should not have become a security guard. You should have become a cop. What a waste of your talent. This was too bizarre. Yet even more bizarrely, she stared foolishly at Lu Yihang, her expression wonderfully vivid.
You were the one who asked him to take a look. Fine, Qin Fen had smoothly pulled off this little flex. The female delinquent had nothing to say. Qin Fen's abilities were truly absurdly strange, yet he insisted on keeping a low profile. If Lu Yihang had not pushed him, she would never have known he could do this. This was definitely the elementary method of deduction.
"Isn't that Qin Fen? Are they filming a movie?" An auntie had not understood a thing.
"No idea, but their conversation seems pretty profound!" An old man nodded.
Lu Yihang's expression darkened. Was it merely profound? There was length and thickness involved too! Fine, that was nonsense. As for what had happened between him and his student, he did not want to remember.
This kid was fucking genius. Yes, this genius had appeared too suddenly, and Lu Yihang could not quite accept it for a moment, because the whole process had been built upon his suffering. He had lost all face.
Watching Qin Fen speak with such confidence, the mysticism master felt indescribably miserable.
"Then do you need me to keep looking and continue?" Qin Fen returned to his seat.
Thank you, but there was really no need to do so many good deeds. Really.