In the afternoon Lin Gantang patrolled the first floor.
When she saw the man squatting in front of the cat tree, she recognized him as Le Yu.
"What are you doing?" A 1.8-meter-tall man feeling wronged like a child?
"I'm reflecting." Le Yu felt weak.
Then why are you facing the wall and the cat tree? Lin Gantang was speechless. "Go home and reflect on yourself. What are you up to in my bookstore?"
"I'm homeless." Le Yu was so pitiful.
Lin Gantang suspected that he was acting pitiful and turned to leave.
"Sister Tang, Sister Tang!" She did not expect Le Yu to suddenly step forward and look as if he wanted to grab onto her leg. His eyes were filled with a pleading look and he was just short of kneeling. "Sister Tang, please do me a favor. What was the number you gave me previously? Give it to me again. Just once?"
Something must be wrong. Le Yu called her sister? "I've already given it to you," Lin Gantang said warily.
