"...I thought there would be a situation where I would be dragged in as soon as I finished writing."

After waiting for a while, Su Mu made sure nothing unusual happened and looked at the clown, looking relieved.

"But it seems like your poisonous milk ability isn't that strong yet."

The clown punched his walker in humiliation.

"Those were accidents!"

He knew that he had ridiculed Su Mu's luck, and she would definitely find a chance to return it!

This chick-bellied woman!

"All six people signed it, and the status of the signs is different."

He explained angrily: "And after all six people write down their names, the invitation will automatically respond and issue a specific opening time to everyone."

"There is no response at all to your invitation letter. It only means that besides you, there are other invitation letters that do not specify specific participants."

"But it shouldn't take too long. The attribute rewards of "Nightmare Afternoon Tea" are still very popular. Even the participant I found would not resell it if he didn't have a psychological shadow on sweets."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door rang again.

A familiar knocking frequency reached the ears of the two people.

"What did you buy again?"

Seeing the clown turning his wheels and running towards the gate again, Sumu put his toes on his walker and walked up on his own initiative.

When he opened the door, standing outside was a man wearing a courier uniform. The brim of his hat was pulled down so low that his face could not be seen clearly.

For the sake of politeness, Su Mu didn't look at it too much. He took the courier directly, thanked him, and sent him away.

After closing the door, she expressed her doubts to the clown.

"This dress..."

The clown was not surprised and said: "The theater's couriers don't show their faces. Maybe it's just like in the TV series where people are poisoned to mute in order to keep secrets."

"With the power of theater, it is not difficult to make all couriers shameless."

This is different.

They are just vicious and mute, but you have exposed your face.

Su Mu was speechless for a moment, and then shook his head in disapproval.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the outline of the courier's face was familiar.

But when I think about it carefully, and I don’t get along with everyone I know, it’s a bit like...

"Don't be stunned! Take the things over quickly and take them apart. They will melt in a moment!"

Before she could catch the spark of inspiration, she heard the clown shouting bluffingly from the side.

Su Mu stopped thinking deeply and walked towards him with the box.

"What did you buy and you still have to worry about it melting away?"

"cake."

The clown raised his eyebrows maliciously.

"When I was checking information, I found that this show has peripheral products, so I placed an order and bought some for your training."

As he spoke, he quickly took out his knife and opened the box, revealing the exquisitely arranged small cakes inside.

"Smell it, does it smell good?"

The clown raised the two cake boxes in a pretentious manner, stood on tiptoes, and circled around Sumu's knees.

Su Mu didn't even see his movements clearly. She just felt that she caught something with her peripheral vision, and the clown quickly circled and returned to the starting point.

"...Xianger! Come down and help!"

Although Su Mu didn't laugh at him, the clown still felt humiliated.
Chapter completed!