God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 100 - 32. I had a caramel pudding

Yan Huan gave Tong Yingying, who was already sitting down, a "Are you sure?" look.

Although it was a good thing that this do-nothing who spent her days loitering around the shop could finally be sowhat useful, considering her past deeds as the "idea queen"...

They might just end up chatting and directly causing Bai Yi’s modifier to explode.

"Ding ding!"

Seeing Yan Huan still standing, Tong Yingying pressed the bell in her hand, staring at him like that.

That look, if she also pointed her finger, would be almost identical to the of a Husky from a past life.

aning: "Stop blabbering and get moving, argh!"

"..."

Forget it, anyway, Sister Tong hadn’t been drinking today, her brain was still sowhat normal before she drank... probably.

"Alright, I’ll get busy then."

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows, not insisting further.

After all, the shop did need help at the mont, and since Sister Tong wasn’t capable of conjuring any domain, he could co back anyti.

He took one last look at Bai Yi before turning his head and leaving.

Watching Yan Huan leave, Bai Yi’s temporarily stabilized sorrow because of his cup of hot water and a few words began to resurface.

She subconsciously wanted to sniffle, but had to give up under Tong Yingying’s scrutinizing gaze...

After Yan Huan left, Tong Yingying’s gaze seed to sharpen unconsciously.

She took a breath, opened her cigarette box, revealing several neatly arranged lady’s cigarettes standing upright.

A flip-top lighter twirled nimbly between the fingers of her left hand, striking a fla and lighting the cigarette she had taken out.

Under her red, slightly slanted bangs, her eyes seed to catch fire from the cigarette between her lips.

Through the drifting smoke, one could see her eyes gradually transforming from lifelessness to a languid charm.

But indeed, Tong Yingying gave Bai Yi a very difficult vibe to deal with, a very typical feeling of the South District.

Then, Bai Yi watched her reach into the inside of her jacket, fumbling for sothing.

"Snap!"

An electric shock baton was placed on the table.

Bai Yi’s eyes widened, she carefully glanced at Tong Yingying, only to see her continue to fumble.

"Snap!"

Another neatly folded butterfly knife was slapped onto the table.

"..."

Seeing Tong Yingying about to pull sothing else out from her bosom, Bai Yi quickly stood up and said timidly,

"...I’ll be leaving right away, no need to trouble yourselves."

"What’s the hurry? Sit..."

Bai Yi didn’t dare to sit, but in the end, Tong Yingying didn’t pull out sothing like an M1917 Smith & Wesson; instead, she took out a small, iron-made liquor flask from her bosom.

Tong Yingying glanced more cautiously in the direction Yan Huan had left, then opened the flask and took a small sip.

So she was just taking out alcohol to drink...

But why so cautious?

Bai Yi didn’t understand, but after hesitating for a mont, she sat back down.

A sip of warm alcohol relaxed Tong Yingying’s expression, even her speech to Bai Yi beca lighter,

"Dressed up so proper in the middle of the night, with a mask and sunglasses, really, soone might mistake you for a stalker pervert... Besides, if you want to leave now, can you even see the road clearly?"

"..."

Truly, Bai Yi’s itinerary for the day had indeed been just like this.

Fully ard, she had followed Yan Huan all the way to the South District.

Feeling sowhat guilty, Bai Yi avoided her gaze,

"Yes, I can manage..."

Hearing that, Tong Yingying imdiately rolled her eyes,

"Didn’t you get it? I an to say take off your sunglasses and mask before we talk."

"I... it’s not very convenient."

"Oh, so you’re ugly and scared to show your face?"

"..."

Bai Yi bit her lip and stayed silent.

Seeing her continue to remain silent, Tong Yingying suddenly leaned in closer.

Crikey!

The next second, she reached out and snatched away the sunglasses in front of Bai Yi.

The sudden disconnection of the glasses from her face revealed Bai Yi’s eyes, already moist with tears...

"What... what are you doing?"

Bai Yi was startled and tried to snatch her sunglasses back.

Tong Yingying reclined against the back of the chair, refusing to return them and showing a touch of surprise,

"Well look at that, you’re actually quite pretty. What’s there to hide?"

"I..."

"And what’s with you coming to a bar in the middle of the night whining and crying? This isn’t a KFC kid’s playground. You know we don’t welco minors, right?"

Bai Yi shifted her gaze slightly and muttered softly,

"But doesn’t your bar also hire minors to work?"

"... All you kids nowadays are so eloquent, are you all studying for your Master’s degrees?"

Tong Yingying put the tear-stained glasses on the table, casually grabbing an ashtray from behind her,

"Lin Gate permits part-ti work, a maximum of 28 hours per week. I hire staff in compliance with the law, any problems?"

"..."

Tapping out cigarette ash, Tong Yingying’s gaze drifted down to the sunglasses on the table, her expression beca a bit more serious,

"Weber sunglasses, over five thousand per pair. If you can afford these, you don’t live in the South District, do you? Where have you run over from? So pretty and yet wandering outside at night while crying, don’t you know what can happen? Take off your mask, maybe I can help you..."

Bai Yi didn’t respond, just reached out to take her glasses back.

Getting up, she said softly,

"No need, I’m leaving now..."

"Suit yourself, but I’ll still call the police after you leave."

Tong Yingying waved goodbye, bored out of her mind, and took out her phone, ready to scroll through videos.

"Call the police, why?"

Bai Yi incredulously turned and looked at Tong Yingying, but she was t with a gaze as if she were looking at an idiot,

"Dumbass... Your phone’s broken, and with that torn dress you’re wearing, it doesn’t look like you’re used to carrying cash. Where can you go? Ensure your safety? This is the South District! If I don’t call the police now, should I wait until the cops co investigating and disrupt my business tomorrow?"