Luo Qiu gazed at Zhuge calmly.
When customers came, he couldn’t refuse them no matter what he was doing. Now it was about 3:30 pm.
"That is to say, Customer came here right away as soon as you left Nanako behind, is that correct?"
Zhuge shook his head, "No…I, I dare not to go see her, so I made an excuse and went back home, then made another one to come out."
"Then Ms. Nanako must feel pretty depressed."
With the repercussions of the fright, Zhuge said shrilly after a moment of silence, "Na… She, what is she? Why can… she…"
He didn’t want to think about the scene he saw not long ago; rather, he was eager to hear the answers he wanted from this weird shopkeeper.
"Clay." Luo Qiu didn’t plan to hide it--- no inquiry, no explanation. The club was always honest.
"Clay?" Zhuge opened his mouth with incredibility. "How come!"
"Does Customer think the Nanako that appeared in front of you was inconceivable as well?"
