Chuzheng noticed someone staking out downstairs again.
Not the same group as last time, but judging by their stance, they must be the same group.
Whenever Shu Juan showed up, they would too.
Whenever Shu Juan disappeared, they would vanish as well.
Are these people with Shu Juan, or are they watching him?
Chuzheng swung her backpack over her shoulder, glanced at the spot where the person was staking out, and headed outside.
When she reached a breakfast shop, Chuzheng saw Shu Juan inside, her brow slightly raised, and she walked in boldly.
The shabby breakfast shop had only seven or eight tables, all of which were occupied.
Students going to school, young people going to work, elderly buying groceries and dropping off kids, the noisy chatter filled the hectic morning atmosphere.
The boy in the corner seemed out of place in such an environment.
Shu Juan had only ordered a bowl of porridge, with a laptop beside him, operating it singlehandedly.
