To young miss, Xiao Feng was a bit puzzled. Sometimes she seemed clueless, but when really questioned, she spoke logically.
Is this pretending to be dumb?
Xiao Feng wasn't sure, but he was comforted that she understood these things.
Carrying the buns back to the hospital, Qingyue was shocked: "Why did you two buy so many buns? When will you finish eating them?"
"We don't need to finish them. Lone Wolf will take care of them all." Xiao Feng laughed, leaving a bag of buns and tossing the other to Lone Wolf in the next room, who was just waking up from being drunk.
"Sister Qingyue, can you guess how much we spent on these two large bags of buns?" The young miss said mysteriously.
Qingyue thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Didn't spend any money?"
