Su Xiaolu left the inn and went to the address given by the old man.
As she walked further and further away, Su Xiaolu wondered if she had found the wrong place. In the end, she stood outside a coffin shop and looked around. The address was right, but why was it a coffin shop?
The address clearly said it was a tailor.
Su Xiaolu thought for a moment and knocked on the door. Perhaps they had moved. She might be able to find out the location if she asked the current owner.
Su Xiaolu heard heavy footsteps. Soon, the door was pulled open and she took a step back.
This was a burly man with a fierce expression and a rough voice. "Kid, what's the matter?"
Su Xiaolu smiled and said seriously, "Uncle, I'm here to ask Chen Xicheng to tailor my clothes. Has he moved?"
One shouldn't hit a smiling person. No matter how fierce this uncle was, he shouldn't be rough with a child like her.
