Xie Pan'Er's lips couldn't help but twitch as she looked at the child led by the shopkeeper, her mind buzzing.
"This... child can't even tell her directions. How am I supposed to question her?!"
Hearing this, the old shopkeeper of Zhiwei Restaurant grew anxious.
"Oh, Third Miss! You can't refuse to help this old man! This child is clearly an acquaintance of yours. You can't just see her in distress and not help!"
Seeing the shopkeeper's anxious expression, Xie Pan'Er found it hard to refuse and said, "Alright, I'll try asking her."
"Thank you, Third Miss. This old man will have someone bring you a pot of tea. You can take your time asking."
The Xiao Er brought them tea. As he was leaving, Xie Pan'Er caught a glimpse of him subconsciously rubbing his eyes.
The Xiao Er himself found it very strange. His eyes seemed particularly itchy today, and it felt like he had rubbed out some sleep crust from them.
