Ever since Wen Ning returned from the Canglang River that day, he had given himself a vacation.
Although his role in slaying the wicked dragon had amounted to getting beaten up, taking a beating required stamina too.
So for the past three days, he had gone nowhere. Every day, he simply brewed a cup of tea and sat in the shop, watching Zhang Siyu work.
That day, Zhang Siyu was crouching beside a bathing pool, scrubbing a tabby cat monster's back and chatting as she worked.
"Oh, kitty, you're just too cute."
The cat monster was so comfortable that even the tip of its tail trembled. It murmured drowsily,
"Be professional. You can't go around flirting with customers. Look at you—I came here for a bath, and how many times have you sneaked a feel of my tail?"
Wen Ning watched for a while with his teacup in hand, thinking life really was good.
Unfortunately, someone always came along to interrupt the good times.
Just as Wen Ning raised his cup to his lips, his ears twitched slightly.
Someone was approaching, dressed rather formally. From the sound of the footsteps, they were even wearing leather shoes.
He glanced toward the entrance. Sure enough, a middle-aged man in a dark blue jacket stood at the bathhouse door, holding a black briefcase and studying the interior.
Zhang Siyu noticed the visitor too. She looked up toward the door without stopping her hands.
"Boss, someone's here."
Wen Ning set his teacup on the table, stood up, and stretched.
"He's not here for a bath."
The moment the man appeared, Wen Ning detected the nation's fortune on him. Apparently, the authorities had learned about what he had done a few days earlier.
Wen Ning addressed the middle-aged man.
"Can I help you?"
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