It was almost time for the shop to close, and the owner was beginning to feel uncertain. 'Did I guess wrong? Could it be that Zhao Jing and Chen De'an don't care about this at all? Is that why they haven't shown up?'
Just as the owner of Moxiang Pavilion was letting his mind wander, he heard the sound of light footsteps approaching. A shadow fell across the doorway, and at the same time, a clear, youthful voice called out, "Excuse me, is the owner in?"
The owner's eyes snapped open. He shot up from the chaise lounge behind the counter and quickly turned his head toward the source of the voice.
Two young men stood in the doorway. One was cool and aloof, seeming a bit difficult to approach. The other was born with a smiling mouth, appearing open and magnanimous—the sort of person who could make friends all over the world.
The owner almost immediately matched the two of them to the descriptions given by Mr. Wang.
