In front of the noodle shop, a child was holding a candied hawthorn, led by his mother, followed by two security guards.
Many people loved the noodles at Wanjin Shop, including the little son of Sheriff Zhang.
"That's right," Ye Ge said.
"Then we will pretend to know nothing. After all, you met him with your real face, he can't recognize you," Nan Feng said with a laugh.
"Okay, we'll do it your way!"
When the two of them went in to eat noodles, they sat right next to the little son of Sheriff Zhang at a table. The little son not only did not recognize Ye Ge but was also frightened at the unintentional glance at Ye Ge's face.
Nan Feng was immediately filled with contempt for Sheriff Zhang's little son.
Such a lack of discernment.
...
Not far from a branch of Spikenard Square, an ordinary horse-drawn carriage stood, so ordinary that it did not attract Nan Feng's attention.
The curtain lifted a bit, revealing a pair of prying eyes from within.
