"Yu Yuan Workshop!"
After getting out of the car and walking for a bit, Yan Feifan was sizing up the gold-lacquered mahogany sign above the door, which had a weathered, historic feel, when he heard several shouts.
"Mrs. Zeng!"
"Mrs. Ni!"
Yan Feifan looked toward the sound and saw three trendy-looking young people—two men and a woman, none older than twenty-one or twenty-two—jogging toward them.
The first thing Yan Feifan noticed about the trio was their hair. The woman's was dyed gray, while the two men sported red and purple hair, respectively.
Judging by their hair alone, Yan Feifan understood why they hung out with Zeng Ni.
'They're all rebellious youths, chasing novelty and the unconventional!'
"Feifan, let me introduce you. This is Xu Yanhai, Sun Xuenong, and Shang Xiaorong. They're like little brothers and a sister to me; we've been hanging out for years. We're thick as thieves!"
