The next morning at nine, Tang Shi arrived at the cafe as planned. Spotting the man at the table, she offered him a small smile. Fu Muzhong smiled back. Truth be told, he’d been quite surprised when Tang Shi had contacted him; he never imagined she would be the one to reach out. When she asked if he could help, something in him softened, and he had agreed. It was because of what she’d said: *Mr. F