"Mr. Chu?"
Ashi looked somewhat surprised and turned his head to look at Long Chengyu.
Long Chengyu, listening, remained calm, and said indifferently, "What brings him here?"
"I don't know… should we…?"
"Let him in."
Long Chengyu spoke leisurely, resting against the railing in front of him.
The cool breeze of the morning brushed in, carrying with it a faint, delicate fragrance. Chu Ting walked through the tearoom to the outer corridor, and as his light cough sounded, he also saw the man standing by the railing.
"So early in the morning, it's rare for you to indulge in such refined pleasures."
Chu Ting stopped behind him, looking at the chessboard on the side that still had an unfinished game of Go, and said with a smile.
Long Chengyu turned his head to look at him and slightly furrowed his brows, "Aren't you the rare visitor at my place as well?"
