Meng Zheng said goodbye to the young man and left the alley with a spring in his step.
It wasn't until he was about to step onto that bustling street, filled with people coming and going, that he seemed to notice something and quickly turned his head.
A blonde woman wearing an oversized trench coat, just like Meng Zheng, was now leaning against a wall, silently staring at him.
"Oh, my dear Mary, so you were here!"
With a warm smile and an exaggerated tone, Meng Zheng opened his arms and hugged the woman.
"Don't stand out too much."
The tall, thin woman, whose rough face was covered in freckles and who appeared to be around the same age as Meng Zheng, frowned and pushed his arms away.
In a coastal city like Jinjiang City, a foreigner like her wouldn't attract the same level of attention as an alien, but stepping into the old city district's narrow alleys still inevitably drew the curious gazes of local residents.
