Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu both sat on the "Yashi" on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Lin asked people to add tea from time to time. After the waiter holding the teapot added the sixth teapot, his eyes looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little nervous. Did they sit here for a long time? If they delayed it, they would cause trouble in minutes?

Don't get me wrong. Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but about the people in the teahouse.

Anyone who witnesses the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing a robber with his own eyes will not naively think that Yi Lin is a pure boy with no power to tie a chicken.

"Brother Lin, aren't we leaving yet?"

"Let's go?" Yi Lin finally opened her eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where to go?"

"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know this."

"Isn't that all." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of him, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really tiring to collect information in such an environment."

Come here Come here Come here!

Wang Xiaohu shook his spirit and came to his spirit.

It's Brother Lin's dialect!

“Collect…information?”

Wang Xiaohu asked.

Yi Lin smiled and explained: "The place where the fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people relax, they sometimes even inadvertently let go and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked downwards, meaning "tea chef downstairs", and then he looked at Yi Lin with a little more admiration: "Brother Lin, what do you know?"

Yi Lin raised his lips and smiled. Just as he was about to say something, something strange came from downstairs.

"Shh."

Yi Lin made a move to silence Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up by himself, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked out.

In the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!