Ji Qingwu returned to the restaurant.
Mi Zhenchuan was holding an abacus and going over the account books. When he looked up and saw her, he said in surprise, "Fifth Missy, is there anything else you need?"
Ji Qingwu shook her head. "No, it's nothing. You can get back to your work. We'll head up to the third floor."
Seeing that she had someone with her, Mi Zhenchuan said no more.
An assistant beside him said, "Shopkeeper, that person looks like Miss Mo from the Liangxiang Pavilion."
Mi Zhenchuan continued flicking the beads of his abacus, admonishing the assistant without even looking up. "Don't poke your nose into things that don't concern you."
Once on the third floor, Ji Qingwu casually pushed open the door to a private room and found a place to sit down.
She had walked at least a mile during the parade today, and in such an elaborate outfit, no less. Her feet had long since grown sore.
Mo Lingling fell to her knees before her with a THUD.
