His father took it to examine. He couldn't make much of it, other than to see that it was clearly an item belonging to a woman.
"Find some time to bring her back so I can have a look. You're still young, and there are many things you can't grasp yet," his father said with heartfelt gravity.
"Alright."
Seeing how easily he'd bluffed his way through, Lin Hui was instantly relieved. 'The exchange with Han Xiaoyue was definitely worth it.'
The father and son chatted for a while longer. When Lin Shunhe got up to leave, Lin Hui rose to see him off.
As they reached the entrance, they both spotted a white-haired old man sitting in a window seat on the first floor of the tavern across the street.
The old man was leaning on a cane, his features gaunt and withered. He was so thin it looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
