82 Pastry

"What's wrong Mr. Bai?" Ling Yue glanced at him as they walked away.

"Mr. Xi needs something right now and asks you to deliver it." Bai Xu chose his words carefully.

Ling Yue's forehead furrowed at Bai Xu's words. "Why don't you deliver it yourself?"

"I have another urgent work that is more important. There's no one I can trust besides you who can go to Mr. Xi." Bai Xu looked at her hopefully. "Please Miss Ling."

"What is that?" Bai Xu looked at her confused.

"What should I delivering?"

"That ... that ... pastry cake! That's right! Pastry cake!" Bai Xu felt his back break in a cold sweat. They were in the canteen and nothing crossed his head except food. "I already ordered it. You just have to pick it up and deliver it." Bai Xu said his thanked, good bye and hurriedly left before she could say anything. He reached into his cellphone then called the bakery that his boss had subscribed to and placed the order in that instant.