Seeing him leave, Mia Ginger also withdrew her gaze.

Thinking about it still made her feel awkward.

And a little warm inside.

The man looked like he was in his thirties, dressed sharply in a suit like an elite, yet he came to the supermarket himself to buy this sort of thing. It was probably for his wife, right? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

How nice.

She thought aimlessly, bending down to pick up the things that had fallen on the floor and in the cart, putting them back on the shelf. She compared them and picked two packages for herself, took a look at her shopping list, and continued to other areas.

She wandered around the supermarket for about half an hour.

Mia Ginger reached the checkout counter.

Coincidentally—

As soon as she looked up, the man from earlier was queuing right in front of her.

The two made eye contact, she felt a little awkward too, and quickly smiled politely with a hint of apology.

Seeing her smile, Frank Holland pressed his lips together and looked away.

He found this girl to be quite quirky.

His impression was not surprising. Mia’s hair was gradually growing out, and with the weather getting warmer, she found it bothersome, so she didn’t wear a wig much. With her short hair, she looked like a pretty unique tomboy.

But—

Her small face, with arched brows and almond-shaped eyes, was very delicate. Especially those eyes, dark and bright, exuding a deep affection that aroused sympathy.

Keeping long hair would probably be better.

Frank Holland thought idly, and then heard the cashier’s voice, "Do you have a membership card?"

"No," Frank came back to himself and replied.

Picking up the items one by one from the cart, he placed them next to the cashier.

He didn’t buy much, so he quickly finished the transaction and stood to the side to pack his things.

"Do you have a membership card?" the cashier asked Mia Ginger.

Mia also said no, took out her items, one by one, and instinctively glanced over at Frank Holland.

He should be a thief.

Growing up in a place like Eastern Peak Village, she’d seen plenty of petty thieves, so it wasn’t about how she discovered it; it was mainly just a feeling.

When Frank took out his wallet earlier, a noticeable wad of cash was exposed, wasn’t it attention-grabbing?

The thief looked about seventeen or eighteen, with a T-shirt covered by a thin jacket. As he packed his things, the thief edged closer, holding a phone and speaking impatiently.

Frank even cast a glance at him before looking away again.

The thief made no move.

Then—

Frank left with his things, and the thief remained there.

Still there?

Did Mia misjudge?

"Card or cash?" The cashier’s question reached her ears.

Mia thought briefly, "Card."

She took out a card from the side of her bag and handed it over, packing her things while glancing at the young man again.

The young man was still on the phone.

Mia thought, perhaps she was overthinking it.

Relieved, she finished packing, pushed the cart, and thought she’d just go downstairs first.

She quickly reached the escalator.

Turning her head, she found Frank Holland behind her again.

There were several stores selling snacks and marinated foods on that floor. Frank had bought some snacks for Josephine Holland, which delayed him a bit. Unexpectedly, he ran into Mia Ginger again on the escalator, and this time, he took the initiative to nod and greet her.

Then—

The boy they’d bumped into while packing quickly walked past on Frank’s right, holding a phone, looking hurried as if he had an urgent matter.

Mia Ginger’s gaze landed on the boy’s face.