Zhou Mingchen's words had sunk in, and Xia Lu went to the police station first thing the next morning to report, but it was still a step too late.
The rice noodle shop was locked up, and a "Closed for Business" sign hung on the door. After contacting the property owner, it was learned that the lease was almost up, and the landlord had voluntarily said he would not renew it yesterday, thus the shop was closed for good.
Through the glass door, the tables and benches were still in place, and even the seasoning jars on the tables remained untouched, indicating that this decision was made in haste and was not the outcome of careful consideration.
I was deceived. That was Xia Lu's first thought. She had trusted the rice noodle shop owner's wife, thinking that there were still more good people than bad in the world if one just had heart, but now such naivety seemed downright foolish, and she was filled with regret.
