Xin Lin remembered the last time she visited De Yue Building, she didn't have this kind of feeling.
Could all this be because the Phoebe Wood Sign was desecrated?
However, desecration aside, De Yue Building was still bustling with fully seated guests.
It only slightly affected the facade; with De Yue Building's reputation, the impact was probably minuscule.
Gui Hu saw Xin Lin humph.
Indeed, the little hen wasn't satisfied with this effect.
"The real show is yet to come."
Gui Hu, as if he understood something, stepped forward with long strides and entered De Yue Building.
The waitstaff in De Yue Building bustled back and forth; the shopkeeper was greeting new and regular customers, with no one noticing the two's arrival.
Xin Lin found a corner and waited with Gui Hu.
Before long, at the third table to Xin Lin's left, a customer's face suddenly changed color.
He spat spit a few times, spitting out a small pebble from his mouth.
