Lu Tingyuan looked at the girl in front of him who was wearing a Pikachu one-piece pajamas, her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and she was holding a bowl of snail powder that was bigger than her face. The veins on her forehead were beating so rhythmically for the first time.
He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the smell of sour bamboo shoots in the air, and confirmed in a cold voice: "Are you the 'Taotie'?"
Su Xiaonuan raised her head from the bowl, burped with satisfaction, and blinked her big innocent eyes: "That's right, boss. How about the final payment? Support Weixin, Zhifubao, or exchange it into an annual VIP card for the hot pot restaurant downstairs."
Lu Tingyuan: "..." He began to seriously suspect that what he spent seven figures to find was not the trump card that could help him find his enemy, but the reincarnation of a starving ghost.
