The two stepped outside, and Weisheng Yueren suddenly turned back to glance at Mei Yuxuan. His obsidian-like captivating eyes flashed with a hint of peculiarity, but he said nothing and strode forward.
Just as Weisheng Yueren disappeared, Qinghe slowly walked out of the resting area and then stepped out of the front door.
The clerks of Mei Yuxuan's shop saw her come in, look around without buying anything, then sit in the resting area for a while before leaving. They didn't say anything; they were used to it by now. There were always people who wanted to just come and feel the atmosphere. At first, they were reluctant, thinking this was treating their place like a shopping mall. If those self-proclaimed picky rich people saw it, they might complain about diminishing their status by visiting a place open to the "poor."