The car stopped in front of the dumpling shop. After Ye Xiong got out, he walked inside.
It was dinnertime, so there were very few customers; most people didn't eat dumplings at night.
Auntie Yang, Xiao Qiao's mother, was counting money behind the counter. Seeing him come in, she asked, "What can I get for you?"
"I'm looking for Yang Xiaoqiao," Ye Xiong said.
"You're looking for Xiao Qiao?" Auntie Yang's gaze fell on Ye Xiong, and her eyes lit up. "Hey, aren't you that handsome guy who was here before? I even gave you Xiao Qiao's phone number, right?"
This woman's memory is way too good!
"You have a great memory," Ye Xiong said.
"You're the only man who was ever willing to spend a hundred yuan for my daughter's phone number," Auntie Yang revealed.
Ye Xiong's face darkened. She only remembered him so clearly because she saw him as a mark.
"So, where is Xiao Qiao?"