Little Taotie stuck out her tongue and shrank back: "Won't be good for a lifetime!"
Gu Yixing was amused.
Some of the young policemen also laughed; they knew the joke and had seen Little Taotie's crying meme.
"Miss at the counter!" Little Taotie saw the police bringing the counter lady over.
Little Taotie wanted to greet her, but Gu Yixing stopped her.
Gu Yixing's expression darkened: "She might be the murderer."
She hid the quarrel between Fatty and the girl who played the piano. Now Fatty is dead, the girl who played the piano is also dead, and only she is alive, making her the prime suspect.
Little Taotie pursed her lips.
She didn't see Fatty's ghost, nor did she see the piano sister's ghost, knowing this was all a play. She didn't get too absorbed in it, so she still felt good about the counter lady. After all, she had gently wiped away the cake cream from Little Taotie's lips, being quite a gentle lady.
"I want to go to the restroom," the counter lady said.
