The tiny wings shrunk behind the girl fluttered faintly, as the busy girl turned back to flash him a saccharine smile worth at least two gold coins, "It's been a while since we've been so busy, gu. Are you here to spend, gu?"
"Once a fool, always a fool," Motan shook his head. "Where's Jun Wu?"
"You're so stingy, gu!" Wei Yang's up-turned lips suddenly drooped, looking powerless, she pointed towards the counter not too far away, "He's back there handling work. The information you provided earlier was quite useful, Master Jun was praised by the higher-ups, gu."
Motan chuckled, "Does this mean I can get a meal on the company's dime?"
"Buzz off, gu..."
After a pleasant banter with Wei Yang, Motan walked towards the counter inside the inn. As expected, he found Jun Wu sorting through a pile of papers, his eyes behind those plain gold-rimmed glasses seemed tired, almost asleep.
"Are you busy?" Motan unceremoniously sat in front of Jun Wu's table, grinning as he asked.