They picked a somewhat quiet coffee shop.
Alan and Lou Xining sat facing each other.
In front of them, there was a steaming cup of coffee respectively.
Drinking coffee at this hour wasn't for any other reason but to keep each other awake.
Between the two coffee cups, there was a small package of white stuff.
It wasn't the powdery substance Alan had imagined, but something wrapped in a white silk cloth.
Earlier in the alley, the lighting was poor, so she only vaguely saw something white and naturally assumed it was something bad...
But after opening it, she discovered that lying inside was just a key.
A bit worn, it clearly had some age to it.
The reason Lou Xining went to meet the red-haired man in that alley today was to retrieve this key.
Lou Xining slightly frowned, looking uncharacteristically serious at the girl with her head bowed in front of him.
Seeing her like this, she looked like a wilted eggplant, completely deflated.
