The man in the lead, who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, seemed to notice something. He glanced at the younger man behind him and asked tentatively, "Miss Su, do you know my Honghui?"
Su Yuhan was jolted from her reverie and hastily denied it. "No, I don't. It's just that this gentleman... he looks a bit like someone I used to know."
'More than "a bit" alike—they're practically identical!'
'And his name is Honghui, too... Is it just a coincidence, or...?'
Xie Jingyu shot his son a questioning look, only to see that his son also looked completely baffled, unable to recall where he might have ever met this young lady.
Xie Jingyu's brow furrowed in thought, but he didn't forget the true purpose of their visit.
"You see, we happened to hear about you selling calligraphy, Miss Su, and we came today specifically to visit. We were primarily hoping to ask you for a piece of your work in person."
"My work?" Su Yuhan was taken aback. 'They aren't here to call me to account?'
