Along with Ai Qing, three others walked in besides Tony.
One was a teenager dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans, with various chains and metal trinkets hanging all over him. One hand carried a toolbox, faintly emitting the scent of machine oil, while the other held a cellphone, focused intently on whatever he was doing. It was hard to tell if he was a rebellious youth or a skilled and competent Maintenance Engineer.
Another was a mature woman in a black suit and pencil skirt, with fiery red hair and sharp eyes, who smiled quite friendly at Huai Shi.
The last one was a middle-aged black man in baggy sportswear, wearing white sneakers that suggested he had just returned from a morning run. His hair roots were faintly turning white, making his age indiscernible, but his pitch-black beard was long enough to drape over his chest, meticulously braided with copper rings and bone beads.
