Shen Siyuan stepped into the store.
The young salesperson who was just greeting the middle-aged handsome man immediately came over to greet them.
"What would the two of you like?"
"It's alright, just looking around, you go ahead with your work," said Shen Siyuan.
The young man didn't say much else and continued to attend to the middle-aged handsome man.
"Judge Sun, the rod in your hand..."
Turns out the man was a judge, Shen Siyuan remembered the name he saw on the tombstone; the man must be Sun Xinghai.
With this thought, Shen Siyuan turned his gaze across the street to the courthouse, feeling a sudden clarity in his mind; no wonder he encountered the man here.
"Nobody's inside," Huang Yuntao whispered into Shen Siyuan's ear.
Neither Xu Jiawei nor Zhao Xiaorui was in the store, only a young salesperson was present.
"Indeed, our timing is not good," felt Shen Siyuan, helpless.
