Seeing the two food blogger girls off at the door, Xu Xiangbei smiled and said, "I hope you'll visit again. Next time, we'll introduce a new menu for you ladies to try."
The bloggers, treated warmly, were delighted and their smiles bloomed like flowers. "Thank you, President Xu. We will recommend your Emperor's Pavilion on our blog so more people know about you."
"What a good idea you have. Good things should be shared by more people. Even good wine now fears deep alleys."
Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei felt a tinge of caution rising inside him, sensing a sharp gaze peering from behind him. But when he turned around, the gaze vanished.
The bloggers were about to hail a cab when one of them exclaimed, "My wallet is missing; I clearly had it in my bag. Oh no, my bag is torn."
The side of her handbag had a cut, neat and small, hardly visible unless the bag was stretched open—clearly made by a blade.
Her companion expressed sympathy, "Your bag was obviously slashed; your wallet was stolen."
