Master Fang and Huanhuan returned, and the others continued on their way. After a while, Su Yang pulled Huanhuan to his side and whispered, "Huanhuan, tell Uncle, have you ever been to these stores?"
Huanhuan's face turned red, and she hung her head in silence.
Old Lin glanced at Huanhuan and softly said, "Huanhuan, tell your Uncle Su."
Only then did Huanhuan raise her head, looked around at the shops, and spoke in a low voice, "Before... I have entered before..."
"Before, how long ago was that?" Su Yang asked.
"A long time ago..." Huanhuan whispered.
"What about after that?" Su Yang inquired. "Why didn't you go in then?"
"They... they wouldn't let me in..." Huanhuan whispered. "The people in those stores said I was affecting their business, and they... drove me out..."
Feng Beiche, following behind, had an even colder expression and slightly shivered as he inwardly cursed the managers of Huaqing Street over and over. Being with Su Yang felt like being grilled over the fire.
