Han Yao's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and smiled. "Miss Ye, you have quite a sense of humor. The last time we met at Lan Yue Building, I failed to recognize you and spoke out of turn. I have felt terribly guilty about it since. I've been wanting to give you a formal apology, but I could never find the right opportunity—"
Ye Chutang withdrew her gaze, as if looking at him for even a second longer would stain her eyes.
"An apology won't be necessary. Besides, I have things to do, so I can't stay."
Han Yao's eyes lit up immediately. "Is Miss Ye busy choosing fabric? As it happens, I'm a regular at this shop. Whatever you're looking for, Miss Ye, just let me know."
Ye Chutang found this laughable.
'The Shopkeeper is standing right here. Where does he get the nerve to claim he knows this place so well?'
"That won't be necessary," Ye Chutang said coolly.
