Zhao Jing's cool expression instantly warmed, and a smile slowly spread across his handsome face.
"I remembered you didn't eat much for breakfast, so I made a special trip to bring you some pastries."
Seeing that the two of them hadn't noticed her, Mrs. Zhu hunched over and scurried back to her own shop.
'Heavens have mercy, I must have been out of my mind to try and earn some dishonest money. I swear this was the first time I'd ever mentioned it to Chen Wanqing, and I get caught red-handed by the man himself.'
'The fact that the young man didn't grab me and beat me to a pulp just shows his incredible self-restraint. I'll never dare to make that kind of dishonest money again. Otherwise, I might earn it but not live to spend it, and I'd only have myself to blame in the end.'
Mrs. Zhu was gone, but the mess she'd left behind was giving Chen Wanqing a headache.
