Ethan Zhan and Oliver Bai walked quickly into the teahouse and saw that, as expected, Hong Niang and the old man were sitting by the window drinking together.
At first glance, this old man has kind eyes, but upon closer inspection, he does not seem to be Han Chinese. He looks a bit like a foreigner, and similar to the foreigners in the south, with a flat nose, dark skin, a protruding chin and a broad forehead.
"What a coincidence." Hong Niang smiled and greeted Ethan Zhan and Oliver Bai as they walked upstairs, "Master Zhan, are you feeling better?"
Ethan Zhan frowned slightly, "Don't bother."
Bai Yuting remained calm and watched every move of the old man opposite Hong Niang. This old man was not among the woodcutters he saw at the time, but there were a few people behind him who looked familiar.
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