She held her teacup, her fingertips pale. Her gaze passed over the rim and settled on Xue Qinghe across from her.
Xue Qinghe wore a faint smile.
His slender fingers held a wine cup.
He took a leisurely sip.
Today, he wore a moon-white robe that made his already fair face look even more immaculate.
A dull thud suddenly came from the next table.
Ma Hongjun slammed his palm down on the tabletop.
Cups and plates rattled wildly.
His red clothes stretched tight over his fat body, and his face flushed bright red.
"I hate it when people call me Fatty!"
He sprang to his feet.
His triangular eyes glared viciously in Yu Xiaolong's direction.
The chair toppled over with a sharp crack.
The other patrons in the restaurant all turned to look.
The afternoon sunlight pouring in through the window fell right across his contorted, fat face.
Yu Xiaolong leaned back in his chair.
A short, flat haircut.
A black suit.
Not a trace of expression on his face.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
The fingertips of his right hand tapped idly on the tabletop.
Shui Bing'er sat beside him, her slender fingers resting lightly on the table.
Today, she wore a fitted, water-blue dress, her long hair pinned up behind her head.
Her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright.
She tilted her head slightly, glancing sidelong at the furious Ma Hongjun.
A trace of worry appeared between her brows.
"Teacher."
Her voice was barely audible.
"He seems to be picking a fight with you."
Yu Xiaolong didn't answer.
His fingers continued tapping the tabletop at an unhurried pace.
His knuckles rapped against the wood, once, then again.
Ma Hongjun clenched his teeth.
Just now, someone at the next table had said "turkey."
Those two characters had stabbed