285 The Scorching Dream_1

Lin Ge was polishing a glass at the bar, mulling over the guestbook.

Although he still didn't know who had written the messages on it, he already had a vague guess. The changing messages might not have been written last night, so there was no actual culprit, or rather, the "culprit" hadn't yet committed the act—it was just that the results had appeared beforehand.

"Iris, you'll scare the customers away looking like that," he said to Iris, who was glaring at him from the side.

Iris was sitting there, eyes wide open, staring at him, as if she was determined to see this through.

"Unless you tell me what it says."

"Then you might as well keep watching me. Make sure to also pay close attention to the ingredients I use for the guests' drinks," Lin Ge said. He couldn't possibly say what she wanted to hear, and even if he did speak the truth, Iris might blow a gasket, so it was better to keep her in the dark.