The little disciple who was sent away came back from a pastry shop two streets away with a bag of almond thousand layer pastries in his hand.
When he came back, the door was tightly shut. When he pushed it open, the antique hall was already empty.
The little disciple went to the second floor again, but the second floor was the same.
He scratched his head and sat on a small stool at the side.
The customer's car was still parked outside, which meant that he had not left yet.
Since his master was missing, there was only one possibility.
Every branch hall had a secret room, and the little disciple knew this too. However, what he found strange was that every time his master brought a guest to the secret room, he would not avoid him. At most, he would ask him to close the door.
And this time, he was actually sent away.