The car stopped in front of the dumpling shop, and after Ye Xiong got out, he walked into the shop.
Since it was dinner time, there were very few customers inside—very few people eat dumplings at night.
Mother Yang, Xiao Qiao's mother, was counting money behind the counter. Seeing him come in, she asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"I'm looking for Xiao Qiao." Ye Xiong said.
"You're looking for Xiao Qiao?"
Mother Yang's gaze fell on Ye Xiong, and her eyes lit up, "Eh, aren't you the handsome guy who's been here before? I even gave you Xiao Qiao's phone number before, right?"
This Mother Yang, her memory was just too good!
"Your memory is really good!" Ye Xiong said.
"You're the only man who was willing to spend a hundred yuan to buy my daughter's phone number." Mother Yang revealed the truth.
Ye Xiong's face darkened, feeling she treated him like a mark, which is why she remembered so clearly.
"Where is Xiao Qiao, then, where is she?"
