"Stomachache? Miss Fang, should I call an ambulance for you?"
"No, no...there's no need. I can handle it myself, I'll explain to Mr. Gu. I'll be going now."
Eleven turned, bent over in pain, and suddenly bumped into something.
She looked up to see both the person she'd bumped into and herself taken aback.
"Miss Shang! Oh my, look who it is! It's been a while since I've seen you!" The manager greeted her cheerfully.
"Yes, I've been abroad for the last few years." Shang Muxue dusted her chiffon skirt as if she'd come into contact with something dirty.
She gave a modest smile, then turned to Eleven, "Oh, it's you."
"You two know each other!" The manager interjected.
"Good to see you, Miss Shang."
"You're Cute's friend? Just call me Little Snow. And I'll call you Eleven, okay? What brings you here?"
Eleven just wanted to dodge the question, but the manager spoke again, "Miss Fang is here to dine with Mr. Gu."
