Five days later, Mo Hua went to Fortune Pavilion again to pick up some Spirit Stone commissions.
There, he discovered that a young man was drinking tea with Shopkeeper Zhao in a private room on the second floor.
The young man had eyes like dots of lacquer, crimson robes, and a jade crown, with a hint of baby fat still on his face. It was Zhu Muchen.
As he drank his tea, he looked up and saw Mo Hua enter. He was immediately overjoyed. "Senior Martial Brother, I've been waiting for you for ages!"
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. "Why are you here?"
Zhu Muchen smiled. "I asked around and learned that Senior Martial Brother was doing business with Shopkeeper Zhao. I happened to be visiting the chief shopkeeper, so I came by to take a look. Who would have thought I'd really run into you?"
Zhu Muchen was clearly delighted.
Shopkeeper Zhao glanced at Zhu Muchen, then at Mo Hua, unable to suppress his astonishment.
The young master of the Zhu Family was actually this close to Young Master Mo?
Forget calling him Senior Martial Brother—even blood brothers might not be this close...
Just how deep did Young Master Mo's connections run...
Shopkeeper Zhao clicked his tongue inwardly. Still, he knew better than to linger where he was not wanted. "Young Master Chen, Young Master Mo, you two chat first. I have some matters to attend to."
Mo Hua nodded.
Shopkeeper Zhao left first, leaving only Zhu Muchen and Mo Hua in the private room.
Zhu Muchen became even happier and hurriedly said, "Senior Martial Brother, sit, sit."
By nature, he was simple and straightforward; his likes and dislikes were written all over his face.
Mo Hua sat down and asked, "Muchen, did you need something from me?"
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