"Auntie, where's the kid who just came in?"
Song Zhao had been waiting outside for quite a while and still hadn't seen Li Huai come out of the pastry shop. Peering in, he couldn't spot Li Huai either. Could he have lost him?
Impossible. Li Huai's car was still parked in front of the pastry shop. Even if he had been noticed, surely he wouldn't abandon his car, right?
In the end, Song Zhao could only go in to ask the staff if they had seen anything.
The auntie who had just served Li Huai glanced at Song Zhao with dissatisfaction. She had been quite pleased when Li Huai addressed her as "Miss," and now here was Song Zhao, calling her "Auntie." How could she be happy about that?
"Didn't see him!"
"That can't be right, he just came in to buy pastries. Auntie, think again, the kid was wearing a black trench coat, about seventeen or eighteen years old." Song Zhao, not ready to give up, pressed on.
