"But he said he was looking for Chen Yuanyuan," Xiao Li scratched her head, "Didn't you tell your boyfriend your new name?"
Chen Shufen suggested, "Why don't we have Yuanyuan go down and sneak a peek?"
"That's a good idea; I'll go down and take a look," I said, steeling myself.
My heart was pounding, unsure who exactly was downstairs.
I reached the lower floor.
Chen Decheng was checking the accounts at the cashier's counter.
In front of the cashier's counter stood a young man in jeans.
The jeans were a bit faded, and his white T-shirt also looked somewhat old; he was also holding a red plastic bag in his hand.
From his profile, he seemed to be a humble boy from a poor family with clean and handsome features.
The young man was chatting with Chen Decheng, seemingly very warmly.
I vaguely recognized the young man's voice, yet I became even more unsure.
This can't be possible, it just can't be him!
Until the young man turned around and glanced my way.