"Come on in..."
Fang Shuwen gave a noncommittal nod and stepped into the inn.
A waiter came over, helped shut the main door, and slid the bolt into place. His gaze on the young man wasn't exactly friendly.
But they had just seen Fang Shuwen casually toss the old man out, so they knew he wasn't someone to mess with and didn't start any trouble.
The young man, meanwhile, stuck close behind Fang Shuwen, all traces of his earlier troublemaking attitude gone, replaced by an air of pure obedience.
With the old man gone, a table had just freed up.
The three of them sat down at the table. Just as the waiter was about to approach, Fang Shuwen waved a hand, signaling for him not to disturb them yet.
His gaze swept over the immobilized burly man, but he didn't ask any questions.
Chen Yan looked at Fang Shuwen, his face still wearing that same woeful, grief-stricken expression.
