Jiang Xiaoran complained endlessly.
"Why are the two of you bullying me together?! Ahhh, I really won't be able to clear my name even if I jump into the river. When I find this flower thief, I'll give him a harsh beating!"
When the man who was queuing up to buy pastries outside heard this, he paused.
He pressed down his hood to cover his face and turned to leave quietly.
After a while, a young monk in a kasaya came again.
This time, Kongjue was here to return Gu Nuo'er's plate.
He walked into the shop and nodded slightly at Gu Nuo'er, saying 'amitabha'.
"Thank you for your kindness, Benefactor. This poor monk is here to return the plate."
After saying that, he handed it to Gu Nuo'er with both hands.
Gu Nuo'er blinked her black eyelashes, her gaze lively and cute.
"Brother monk, you don't have to return it. I've already given it to you!"