"Ah, back already?"
Hearing the rustling footsteps, Zhu Qing, who was humming softly while browsing through a gourmet magazine, turned her head.
Outside the small shop, the night had deepened.
The partially ajar door swung open, and Xia Yu entered the room, tossing a stack of documents onto the table before turning to enter the kitchen. He fetched some crisp spring water from the water jar to make tea, and when he returned with the steaming hot tea, he saw Zhu Qing stroking her chin, holding the documents and saying, "…this person looks somewhat familiar, remarkably like an old acquaintance of mine… surname Chen? Chen Yang?"
The more she examined, the more astonishment appeared on Zhu Qing's face.
At last, she looked at the young man sitting there, leisurely savoring his tea with a relaxed and content expression, and asked strangely, "How did you suddenly start looking into the Chen family?"
"Since you are aware of the Chen family, Aunt Qing, keep an eye on them!"
