The two got out of the car.
Their eyes fixed on the nameplate of door number 188; quite clearly, it was an antique shop.
A strong **** irresistibly drew Gu Lili inside.
Inside sat an elderly man looking quite spirited, with long beard and wearing a knit hat, dressed in black cotton clothing, fixing an old clock he had received.
"Welcome, feel free to look around." The old man didn't look up, routinely uttering a greeting.
Gu Lili surveyed the shop, which featured antiques hung and placed all around.
"Old man, such a variety of antiques here, if all genuine, must be quite valuable; aren't you worried about people harboring ill intentions? Perhaps hiring some bodyguards would be wise," she spoke in an international language.
The clock-fixing elder suddenly looked up at her, sizing her up for a moment before asking, "You don't appear to be a local, miss?"
"We're from country S, just arrived in country U, drawn here."
