Estelle had sent her a message saying to meet at ten thirty.
Rong Yan left the residential complex and checked her watch—it was only nine o'clock.
There was still plenty of time.
There was nothing to do that early anyway.
Across the street, there happened to be a men's clothing store. After thinking it over, Rong Yan, guitar on her back, crossed the road.
"Welcome."
As soon as she entered, the sales associate behind the glass door came up to greet her warmly and attentively, "Welcome. Ma'am, can I help you with anything?"
"No need, I'll just have a look myself," said Rong Yan as she walked in casually.
Seeing her attire, the sales associate didn't think she was a 'customer' and her smile faded a bit. Once Rong Yan said no need, the associate grew cooler, "Alright, then please have a look."
Rong Yan didn't mind her attitude and browsed on her own.
