June 27th, Sunday, at night…
Fish-Catching Internet Cafe…
Li Shi sat at a window seat as he drank his wine, very relaxed.
Pei Qian sat in another corner as he used his cell phone.
Although the two actually knew each other—as they both had an ax to grind, they were pretending not to recognize one another. Pei Qian did not intend to act rashly. As long as he continued to act splendidly and confused Li Shi, everything would be good.
These few days, the few shops nearby kept on continuing with their promotions. It was very clear that the street Fish-Catching Internet Cafe was on had become much more bustling.
The small commercial district nearby didn't have much human traffic normally. Recently, the area had suddenly started to become congested with cars.
