The next day.
Sheng Yang finished her class and carried her school bag. Her demeanor looked lazy. She was about to go to Book City. A friend of Lemon's friend said they saw the book she wanted over there. She was walking out the door when she saw an old man walking forward with a cane.
She didn't pay much attention to him. As she walked past him, the old man suddenly stopped her. "Young lady."
Sheng Yang turned back, her gaze still cold. "Yes?"
This was her attitude to outsiders. She was too cold. Sometimes, she was so cold that she was unreasonable.
The old man was stunned. Then, he smiled and waved the map in his hand. "I want to go to this place, but I just came to Imperial Capital. I don't know anyone here. Can you help me?"
Sheng Yang raised an eyebrow. "Hold on."
"Oh, sure, I'll wait for you," the old man said quickly.
