While Qi Yu was staring blankly at the storybook, on the other side, Shen Xiheng had already taken Shi Zhou to the busiest part of Ten-mile Street in the capital city.
In recent days, Shi Zhou had followed him around many places in the capital, gaining a deeper understanding of the local customs and culture.
But when she followed Shen Xiheng past the most crowded and bustling bookstore and into a narrow alleyway, she was still somewhat surprised.
Shen Xiheng, as if familiar with the route, walked up to a sealed red wooden door and knocked on it.
Soon, a young boy came to open the door for him and, seeing him, made a very familiar bow before turning his head to shout into the house, "Lord Shen is here!"
It was clear that Shen Xiheng was a regular visitor here.
Quickly, a voice that seemed to have just woken up, hoarse and somewhat lazy, came from within the house, "Lord Shen has arrived?"
