Yin Qingqing brewed tea to the side while Qing Shisan, a tobacco pipe dangling from his waist, held a stack of papers and beamed at Zheng Xiu, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Where's Feng Bei?"
"Miss Feng Bei is outside catching the cat." When Zheng Xiu asked, Qing Shisan answered truthfully. "Miss Feng Bei has taken quite an interest in that orange cat recently."
