Mr. Jiang turned his head to see Mr. Zhuang lost in thought and was taken aback, then turned his head to follow his gaze.
Below the hall were only people drinking tea, and the distance between tables wasn't very large, so he couldn't tell who Mr. Zhuang was looking at.
If you don't understand, ask, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"
Mr. Zhuang regained his composure, withdrew his gaze, and smiled slightly, saying, "It's nothing. It's getting late, shall we call it a day?"
Mr. Jiang:... We just sat down, and it hasn't been half an hour yet.
However, seeing his interest seemed lacking, he nodded, "Alright."
The two settled the bill and left.
Although Mr. Mei had inquired about Zhou Man, what the servants found out and what the storyteller said were somewhat different, so he was listening with great interest.
Lady Mei was even more immersed.
