"Makes sense, then let's go check it out. I don't have the keys to her place," Jin Yufeng wasn't unwilling to go, he just couldn't get in.
"I definitely won't have them either," Chu Molin looked at him dangerously, what's that supposed to mean?
"Isn't that shop yours? Why don't you ask if there's a key? Plus, I've never been there. What if they think I'm a thief?" Jin Yufeng looked at Chu Molin helplessly. Chu Molin going would be much better than him—after all, it's their family business, and he won't be mistaken for a thief. But if it were him, it might be different.
"Can't you ask Xiaoqiao? She should have the keys." Chu Xiaoqiao was managing the store, so asking her should be the right move.
"But the people there aren't called Xiaoqiao, it's a couple." Jin Yufeng couldn't understand how little Chu Molin cared about his own family business. Despite running it, he acted like he knew nothing. What could be done?
