East Street, Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.
As the night grew deeper, street lamps cast a soft yellow glow, illuminating the mottled moss on the cobblestones. A gentle breeze carried a hint of chilliness, softly rustling the branches and leaves of the ancient trees lining the streets, whispering in hushed tones.
There were fewer pedestrians on the street; the occasional passerby's figure stretched long and dim in the light of the shop windows.
"Chairman, do you think that person will stand us up?"
The Little Landlady sat inside the counter at the entrance of the shop, pouting slightly.
"Let's wait a bit longer, they said they'll be here soon," Lin Chuan rubbed the Little Landlady's hair, smiling.
At this moment.
It was nearly eleven o'clock at night. Old Zhang was feeling under the weather, so Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady had let him go back first.
Lin Chuan planned to close up shop after completing this last deal and then go back with the Little Landlady.