I was helping my mom sell grilled sausages by the roadside when a handsome guy in a cap scanned the QR code to pay. He gave his phone a little shake, signaling that the payment had gone through.
I smiled and nodded. Then my gaze suddenly sharpened, landing on the pale, prominent bone of his wrist.
There was a tiny black tattoo there.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and recognized it.
It was that bastard Chen Wen.
His friend came over, hooked an arm around his neck, and urged him on. “Come on, Chen Wen. Let’s go to the usual spot.”
But Chen Wen just had to do the opposite of what I wanted. He took two steps toward me, bent down, and met my eyes. A moment later, recognition dawned. He let out a laugh, his eyes curving like peach blossom petals.
“Is that… Boss Tang?”
“…”
