Lu Hechen's hawk-like gaze tightly locked onto Weilan for about ten seconds—it was a very lengthy scrutiny, which surprised Weilan a little.
She did not know why she reacted that way, only feeling heart palpitations from being looked at by this stranger.
Yes, that was the feeling, rendering Shen Weilan inexplicably bewildered!
Finally, the man spoke, his deliberately lowered voice was very pleasant, "Excuse me, are you the owner of this Embroidery Workshop?"
Shen Weilan nodded, "Yes, sir!"
Suddenly hearing this deep voice, the image of Lu Hechen's distinct face and dark, night-like eyes unconsciously surfaced in Shen Weilan's mind.
She carefully examined the man before her, a man who looked quite ordinary!
Tall in stature, he was clad in a well-fitted suit, his facial features looked very average, except for those eyes which seemed too bright in the dark night, and those lips, which when slightly curved reminded her again of Lu Hechen!
