Just as the clerk was eagerly recommending books to Yuan Ming, another person walked into the bookstore.
"Have the books I ordered arrived?" The man was clearly acquainted with the clerk, shouting as he approached the entrance without even entering.
"Yes, yes, they're ready for you," the clerk immediately abandoned Yuan Ming and responded warmly.
Yuan Ming, however, slightly froze as he heard the voice and then turned around to look at the newcomer, spotting a fair, round face and thick brows above bright eyes, his lips unwittingly curled into a smile.
"Zhao Tong."
Upon hearing Yuan Ming's greeting, the man also looked in the direction of the voice, first startled, then his face soon brimmed with a smile.
"Haha, Yuan Ming, you're still alive?" Zhao Tong's smile could not be faked, it was genuine happiness.
