Ye Yun couldn't help but gently nudge Qin Zheng's arm and give him a look. He's feeling down right now, and you're still criticizing him. Can't you be a little gentler?

Qin Zheng pursed his lips.

Okay, okay, it's his fault.

Tian Xiaohui suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Yun: "Sister-in-law, can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it?"

“I would like to ask you to go and see Xing Yujie.” Tian Xiaohui’s eyes were still red. “He doesn’t seem to be doing well either. He spent the night in front of our shop a few days ago and caught a chill. I don’t know how he is. I’m worried about his health.”

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you already planning to part ways with them?"

"That's true, but..."

Just then, there was a sound of the door being pushed open outside, as if someone had entered the shop.

"I'll go take a look."

Qin Zheng turned and left.

Ye Yun didn't take it seriously, casually glanced at Qin Zheng's back, and then turned to look at Tian Xiaohui.

"Go on."

Tian Xiaohui sniffed.

"I'm done talking."

"..."

Just as Ye Yun was speechless, Qin Zheng's voice rang out from outside: "Wife, come out and see what's wrong, I need your help."

Ye Yun: ?

Is there anything Qin Zheng can't do in the pastry shop that requires her help?

"Take a break."

After instructing Tian Xiaohui, Ye Yun got up, lifted the curtain, and walked out.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I looked up and saw a young woman holding a small child standing in front of the cashier.