"Has it always been like this?"
It seemed like Mr. Sanhao Sr.'s eye twitched slightly, but he managed not to act out.
Not to mention his leisurely and striking posture, Fu Qian's tone alone was hard to interpret as pure sympathy; it seemed more like schadenfreude.
However, sensing that it wasn't the time for impulse, Mr. Sanhao Sr. softly asked another question while sitting beside him.
"If not, what did that guy say to you just now?"
Casually responding, Fu Qian took a deep breath of the dark green beverage in his hand—a drink favored by the locals—and expressed satisfaction with his attempt.
It offered a unique taste; for a folk product to receive such praise on first sip was quite commendable.
"Internal members only, not open to the public."
Mr. Sanhao Sr. seemed fairly honest as he hesitated before answering truthfully.
"You can call me Sanhao; how should I address you?"
Then he introduced himself, although not very truthfully this time.
