The Shen Family

The looks several people cast over were filled with astonishment.

Uh!

The young man looked around. "Gentlemen, are you looking at me?"

"Friend, you're not from Flowing Cloud City, are you?" One of them sized the young man up and down, a trace of wariness suddenly flashing through his eyes.

"What are you saying, brother? How am I not from Flowing Cloud City?"

The young man's face did not redden, nor did his heart skip a beat. He spoke with perfect calm.

Anyone unaware of the truth would have thought they had guessed wrong.

The man who had questioned him earlier looked doubtful. "If you truly are from Flowing Cloud City, why don't you know about Miss Shen? How do you explain that?"

"Brother!" The young man chuckled. "I wasn't in the city some time ago. There were matters at home, and I had no choice but to leave my homeland. I only just returned, and seeing the city draped in lights and colors, I grew curious."

"Really?"

"Really!"

The young man's gaze was incomparably resolute. Then, before they could continue questioning him—

"Waiter, bring another pot of your finest tea, and a few plates of delicate side dishes."

Fine!

We believe you!

The few of them cast aside their doubts and immediately began talking with the young man.

It could not be helped!

The young man truly did not seem like a bad person.

Especially!

Especially beneath that handsome appearance, he gave people an incredibly comfortable feeling... truly like... like an old friend they had not seen for years.

After chatting for a while, the young man roughly understood what had happened. He then rose and left.

Walking out of the tea stall, the young man looked toward the Shen Family.

"For the sake of filial piety, she did