When Luo Xihan arrived, she saw He Wenyu standing at the store entrance with a middle-aged couple, luxuriously holding a child. However, the child's head was clearly covered with Luo Qianqian's scarf.
"What's going on here?" When Luo Xihan appeared, no one seemed to notice anything unusual. Luo Qianqian was still confronting the woman, ignoring the commotion around her.
"Search downwards, floor by floor. I want to see who exactly this brother-in-law is," Luo Qianqian said calmly, listening to the sounds.
"Huh, who are you trying to scare? If you can find my brother-in-law, I'll eat shit!" The woman looked on with disdain.
Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone, and dialed Elvis's number.
"Xiao Qianqian, I haven't had enough rest yet, what's up?" Elvis's lazy voice came through.
Luo Qianqian curved her lips: "Prepare me a pot of shit, warm." Then she looked at the woman: "What flavor do you want? Want some jam with it?"
