"Please wait!"
Someone called out to Xia Yu, with a very polite tone.
Looking up, his eyes showed a hint of amazement.
What a charming young man.
In white clothes, his hair tied up, with a handsome face, the young man in his early twenties stood in front of Xia Yu.
He seemed vaguely familiar, as if he'd been seen somewhere before, but the impression wasn't deep.
"Who are you?"
"I am Ye Feizhou."
The young man perhaps felt he had been abrupt and retreated two steps before cupping his hands in a customary greeting.
Xia Yu wanted to return the gesture, but his hand, um, froze in mid-air.
He had no idea how to do it at all.
How does one even make such a gestured greeting? Seeking a detailed step-by-step breakdown online!
"Uh, sorry." Xia Yu could only nod as a substitute.
"It's nothing, really."
Ye Feizhou shook his head repeatedly.
"..." Xia Yu rolled his eyes, speechless as he gazed at the ceiling, "What does 'it's nothing' mean? Did I behave improperly or not?"
