It wasn't so much that Chen Feng judged people by their appearance; he knew many extraordinary characters in town didn't pay too much attention to external matters, but for a shop to be in such a state of disrepair without any attempt at fixing it, that was a bit too extraordinary, wasn't it?
Take a look at the other stores, not to mention how lavishly decorated they were, but at the very least, they displayed some of their proud works outside to attract customers. This shop, on the other hand, seemed no different from a junk collector's hoard.
"Miss Zhao, is the master wood carver you spoke of inside here?" Chen Feng looked around and asked Zhao Yi, who was beside him.
"Yes... it should be correct, I've been here five years ago, and I remember it's this place," she said, though with some uncertainty. When she last visited, the shop had not been like this—it was neat and orderly. She had not expected to find it in such a state of decay now.
"Then let's go in and have a look."
