Zhou Wangshu took the pastry tray from her hands and led her inside.
Su Yaoguang followed behind him and asked, "How are those Feng Chaoyang kids doing at Chen Buyu's dance house?"
"Not bad." Zhou Wangshu pinched a piece of pastry and handed it to Su Yaoguang, "Do you want to see them?"
"I want to ask them for a small favor." Su Yaoguang said, "At this hour, the dance house should have quite a few people. I'm not sure if they're available, if they can make time for me."
"What do you need them for? Tell me, maybe there's another way to solve it."
"I want them to..." Su Yaoguang leaned closer to Zhou Wangshu and whispered a few words in his ear.
Zhou Wangshu's ears were very sensitive, and being blown on like that made them ticklish; he resisted the urge to scratch them. After hearing her out, he rubbed his ears and looked at her strangely.
"Why do you need that thing?"
"It's useful, don't ask too many questions, kid."
Zhou Wangshu: "..."
