They agreed to meet in a teahouse, a half-hour drive away from the City Bureau.
The establishment offered private rooms to ensure the guests' privacy, and it was often visited by celebrities or businessmen engaged in serious negotiations. He Juan himself had discussed a few dealings in this place which was a testament to how trustworthy it was. He just did not expect a police officer like Pei Yizhi to choose this place too, considering the sum of money required to secure a room.
When He Juan reached the entrance of the private room, he found that Yi Peizhi was already inside, stretching and yawning. He looked just like how an overworked person should be— glum countenance, thick dark circles below his eyes, and thin beard adorning his chin. His entire body radiated a careless and slovenly air. In the chill of the weather, he was bundled up in a thick coat like any other middle-aged man on the street.
