Flower Thief (II)

"Langjun, that glib tongue of yours truly makes me happy."

While they were talking, an old woman's husky voice sounded outside the room. Jiang Pengji frowned when she heard the voice, and Chun'er thought that Jiang Pengji was unhappy with her.

"At this time, who would still come bother us?"

Nothing had happened, but from an outsider's view, the two girls had entered the room with Jiang Pengji to serve her. Under normal circumstances, no one would have the sense to bother them. No one would want to scare their customers away.

Xia'er got up and smiled sweetly. "Langjun, don't worry. I'll go see what's wrong."

After she finished speaking, she folded her sleeves and pushed open the doors. After that, the sound of Xia'er's confused voice carried into the room.