「Nanhe Street, Mingyue Tea House.」
It was still early, and there were few customers coming and going.
A middle-aged man of about forty was leisurely sipping tea on the second floor when he heard a servant pound up the stairs.
"Manager!"
Fang Xuran looked displeased. "What's the rush? So reckless. What kind of behavior is that?"
The servant was panting as he pointed downstairs, saying nervously, "Manager, you—you should go downstairs! Someone's here to see you!"
Fang Xuran opened his eyes. "What is it? Do we have an important guest?"
"No! It's—it's—" The servant looked troubled, seemingly at a loss for words. "Anyway, you'll know once you go down and see for yourself!"
Fang Xuran had no choice but to get up. He dusted off his clothes before slowly making his way downstairs.
"This tea house caters to esteemed clientele. If someone saw you acting like that, we'd be a laughingstock."
Fang Xuran muttered to himself as he walked down.
