The inn was already closed for the night, with tables wiped spotlessly clean and chairs overturned atop them.
In Qiu Ci Street, the atmosphere was bustling, but the largest store on this street was cold and deserted.
The attendant looked at the girl standing before him, clad in a fiery red, her valorous presence striking, and remembered that she had understood all the dark jargon he had just spoken, his face burning with embarrassment.
Zhang Xia, seeing the attendant lost in thought, waved his hand in front of him: "What are you thinking about?"
The attendant sneakily glanced back at the shopkeeper.
