Sitting at a window-side table in the small patisserie and witnessing the inquisitive gazes of his company employees passing by occasionally, Song Ruiheng wasn't feeling that good. In fact, he was starting to feel that his company's people were moving around in this block more than they normally should have.
It was still working hours, and even if one or two of them ran errands, why the heck were there so many of them loitering around? Don't they have anything else to do than just aimlessly wander off here and there? Could it be– it was because these bastards got wind of him being in this shop and…
"Here's your order of Chouquette and caramel latte." A familiar voice sounded next to his ears, startling Song Ruiheng out of his thoughts. He barely refrained from jumping like a startled cat whose tail was stepped on and looking up, was confronted with a pair of irate pale brown eyes.
