The boy hurried off in a flurry.
The old man got to his feet. "Let's go too."
"Master told us to go back for dinner."
Although Zhou Lin looked impatient,
he still followed behind the old man.
The old man smiled and shook his head slightly.
His junior brother had always been like this, saying one thing and meaning another, ever since they were children.
"Old Master Jiang."
"Mr. Zhou."
The tea house manager came over.
"The boy who was with Mr. Zhou earlier took photos of the tea house."
If they hadn't known the boy had come with Mr. Zhou, they would have stepped in to stop him.
Whatever the boy's reason for taking pictures,
the tea house was a quiet place.
Its owner didn't want too many people disturbing the peace here.
Besides, this tea house was also a gathering place of sorts for monster masters.
It was naturally better to keep a low profile.
The old man paused.
Then he smiled in understanding. "It's fine."
That child was probably afraid he wouldn't be able to find the tea house next time he came.
"Understood."
The manager nodded.
Then he added with a smile, "That boy took a taxi home."
"He seemed to be in a great hurry."
"He really was in a hurry..."
The old man narrowed his eyes.
He looked out the window.
It was already completely dark.
"We're leaving."
Old Master Jiang ambled toward the tea house's entrance.
Since the manager had brought up the boy, Zhou Lin's expression had turned sour.
Still, in the manager's experience, Mr. Zhou never seemed to be in a good mood.
He was used to seeing Mr. Zhou look like this.
He bowed slightly.
"Take care, you two."
"Master Xiao."
The old