Jiang Yan was just about to unzip her backpack when she saw the older woman giving her a fawning look, eyes wide with delight as she said,
"Young Master Qin, you're here!"
Before the older woman's words had settled, her fingers deftly hid a CEO-themed novel under the counter and, with agile steps, she moved to the side and quickly started slapping the wall.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The dimly-lit mall suddenly became brightly lit, as if it were broad daylight.
Young Master Qin?
That title...
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow and her fingers paused on the zipper.
"Sister Zhao! Are you trying to blind me?!" a teasing, frivolous male voice came from behind.
The voice was light, lacking in strength.
"Cough, it's all my fault, I got too excited seeing you, moved too fast!" the older woman chuckled sheepishly, then reached under the counter and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper.
Jiang Yan glanced at it; it was a hand-drawn chart with a bunch of items listed in dense clusters.