Wang Yuechuan and Professor Cui Fo were heading to an old bookstore — one of those places where books were sold downstairs and the owner lived upstairs.
Professor Cui Fo was eager and couldn't wait to step into the bookstore — seemingly, the age-stamped bookstore greatly raised the old professor's hormones.
Or perhaps, if ancient collection-type antiquities could be found somewhere... Such an old shop would indeed be quite convincing.
"Excuse me, is anyone here?"
Wang Yuechuan opened the door and entered the bookstore ahead of Professor Cui Fo. It was almost ten o'clock at night, and the bookstore was already closed but not locked, with only dim light coming from inside.
Rows of bookshelves filled with various kinds of books were mixing their scent with the humid air, and Wang Yuechuan saw a woman in her forties or fifties dozing off at the counter.
