Handan.
The familiar small noodle shop, business still teeters between boom and bust.
After all, the location of this noodle shop isn't exactly great, and most of the business comes from regulars.
It barely manages to break even.
Surely it can't be compared to those popular shops in busy areas.
And to be honest, even if it were in a bustling area, a woman with a young boy wouldn't be able to handle the crowd.
So at this time in the afternoon, not quite evening, there really aren't many customers in the shop.
This is also why Ying Zheng left such a deep impression on the young boy.
After all, for someone who once stood at the pinnacle of the country to appear in Handan, long stripped of all its glory and in one of its less bustling sections, is truly eye-catching, too dazzling.
However.
Ying Zheng has disappeared.
Just like how he appeared suddenly, he vanished just as abruptly.
Without leaving any words.
He didn't even touch the last bowl of noodles.
