They didn't leave, but they found a new place to sit.
Ye Mo waved his hand in front of Eleven: "Still not back to your senses?"
Eleven shook her head: "I'm thinking..."
"About what? Tell me, and I'll help you think."
"That Manager Zhao from just now…" Eleven frowned, "Does he have a scar on his forehead?"
"Yes." Ye Mo confirmed it for her.
His observational skills are strong.
"I feel like... I've seen that face before."
And he was avoiding her gaze, which Eleven found strange.
"You've met him before?"
She wasn't sure...
Suddenly, something flashed in Eleven's mind.
She closed her eyes as fragments of memories rapidly faded in and out of her mind, but they disappeared quickly.
"Bang!" The sound of a bottle smashing on the floor because she dropped it.
Eleven was flustered, "Sorry, sorry!"
"Why are you apologizing for such a small matter? Are you okay?" Ye Mo handed her some tissues, "Clean up. Little Eleven, what were you thinking about, you were so out of it?"
