She was a little uneasy, but her curiosity won. She followed him into a small shop.
The shop was serene and well hidden. The first floor was covered with ivy and various green plants. The steep and narrow wooden ladders led to the second floor. He took her hand and sat down on the soft suede sofa.
A grey-haired old man with gold-rimmed glasses came out from the inside and his wrinkled lips revealed a graceful smile. "Is this Mr. Pei? And the pretty lady Mr. Chu talked about," he said and nodded kindly to Xia Ling before his eyes returned to Pei Ziheng. "Welcome. What do you want to drink? Tea, or coffee?"
"Tea," Pei Ziheng said. "Give her a glass of lemonade."
