Jiang Feng wasn't sure if he had a talent for making the two-tone shrimp, but he was certain that the entire Zhang Zhiyuan family lacked a knack for finding their way.
Already directionally challenged, under the whimsical guidance of some navigation app, they had completely lost their way in the vast expanse of Beiping City.
On August 11th, at 4:36 p.m., the evening business of Taifeng Building was about to start, and Jiang Feng hadn't received a call from Zhang Zhiyuan.
During lunch the previous day, the two had made plans. Today, Zhang Zhiyuan and his family were going to visit Prince Gong's Mansion and expected to finish their tour and return to the hotel by three o'clock, after which Jiang Feng would take them to Yonghe House.
Now it was already half-past four, and Jiang Feng had received no news.
