The girl had almost recovered. Although her head was still bandaged, she was running everywhere.
Today, she had come to look for Gu Qingyao to play, and Gu Qingyao had brought her here for lunch.
Gu Qingyao frowned as she looked at the alley up ahead. "That… looks like Zhou Furong?"
Zhong Bingyuan was still thinking about her wonderful meal and did not hear her clearly. "Uhm? Older Sister Gu, what did you say?"
Gu Qingyao was thinking that Zhou Furong was a troublemaker. The figure she had seen just now bore a great resemblance to Zhou Furong, and she seemed to be carrying something. That sack looked a little like a person.
Gu Qingyao said, "Let's go and take a look."
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