"Who are you?"
The man's voice, which Xiao Xiao had heard earlier, was very impolite. "We're not open today. Move along."
"Hurry up and go."
Xiao Xiao looked over.
The man was in his early thirties.
He was slender, with a gloomy expression.
His brows were furrowed with gloom.
Clearly, some worry was weighing on his mind.
"Mu Tan Song!"
The old man beside him barked angrily. "What kind of way is that to speak?"
Then the old man turned to Xiao Xiao, his face apologetic. "I'm so sorry, sir."
"Our shop is closed today."
"Could you please come back tomorrow?"
"Grandpa Mu, I'm Xiao Xiao from the Xiao Family Teahouse. Do you remember me?"
Xiao Xiao smiled as he introduced himself.
"Xiao Xiao?"
The old man looked confused for a moment, but soon the furrow in his brow relaxed a little, and understanding dawned on his face. "It's you, Xiao Xiao."
"It's been a long time since I've seen you, son."
"The last time I heard about you was when you got into Yan University."
"Your grandparents and parents were over the moon back then."
"All of us neighbors were happy for you, too."
"You've always been such a promising child."
"I could tell even when you were little that you were different from other children."
Seeing a younger acquaintance he hadn't seen in ages, the old man opened the floodgates and began to chatter on.
Xiao Xiao was just about to interrupt when the man beside the old man shouted irritably, "Old man, you're so damn long-winded."
Then the man turned and glared at Xiao Xiao. "Can't you see my father and I are talking?"
"Why are you so clueless?"
"You've read so much you've become an idiot. Can't you read