Ma Yang was preparing to close the store at ten o'clock as usual. When the door was halfway down, someone suddenly stopped it.
He impatiently said, "We're closed. Come back tomorrow if you want to buy something."
The door was forcibly pushed up a bit, and a man stepped in, slightly bent over.
Before he saw who it was, Ma Yang looked annoyed and was about to shout something.
When the man stood up and Ma Yang saw his face, his tired eyes widened in disbelief. His expression changed instantly to one of fear, and he blurted out, "Lou Lou Lou..."
Lou Ming's lips curled into a cold smile that sent chills down Ma Yang's spine. "You know me?"
Ma Yang was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. "No, no, no, I don't know you."
Even though he said he didn't know him, his expression and actions said otherwise.
"You don't know me?" Lou Ming's smile had a trace of mockery as he looked at the already terrified Ma Yang. "If you don't know me, how could you call out my name so directly?"
