Song Yunchi was stunned for a second, then laughed. Was this what they called fair exchange?
Little Nuomi hadn't disguised herself as a boy. She had her hair tied into a bun on top of her head.
A delicate little face was revealed, exquisitely carved and irresistibly soft and cute.
The more he looked, the more Song Yunchi thought she resembled Qiao An.
He lifted his hand and took a drag of his cigarette, "Little one, where's your mom?"
Little Nuomi covered her mouth and nose in disgust and turned to leave.
Hey!
Quite a temper she has!
Song Yunchi discarded the cigarette butt and ground it out with the tip of his shoe, then followed her.
The bodyguard blocked him, "If you don't want to die, stand still and don't move!"
"Hmm, you're threatening me on my turf?"
Little Nuomi ran into the coffee shop. Song Yunchi saw her and, not wanting to bother with the bodyguard, changed direction and headed for the coffee shop as well.
