In Beijing, finding a place that isn't as prominent as the Forbidden City is easier said than done; the interwoven overpasses could easily disorient anyone.
It took Fan Shuxia quite some effort to finally locate the coffee shop mentioned by the other party.
Upon entering, she saw an old man, dressed in a suit with white hair, seated at the agreed upon table number five.
After she sat down, she took a closer look at the man and noticed that despite his age, he had a refined demeanor. The way he poured her flower tea with the grace of the Imperial Family was striking.
"Are you Mr. Gu?" Fan Shuxia asked in a low voice.
"Yes," the old man replied, his wrinkled face broke into a smile that was equally dignified.
As Fan Shuxia delicately held her teacup, she continued to scrutinize the man with the corner of her eye, "Is what you said on the phone true? How do I know you're telling the truth?"
