Fusheng Gallery, where Ming Wei listlessly scattered ink, letting large character after large character fall into place beneath his brush, only to throw them aside.
The characters he wrote were all off!
Unconsciously, a pile had accumulated on the floor, and occasionally, admirers of art who entered the shop would see Ming Wei writing and discarding like a madman, paying no attention to customers, and then they would leave.
"Mr. Ming."
Feng Huang entered the shop and, seeing the litter on the floor, asked with a quirk in his lips, "What's happened to you?"
Ming Wei forced himself to snap out of his frenzy, "Mr. Feng, hadn't you left Skaro City?"
"Hmm, I was passing by on some business and decided to drop in to see you," Feng Huang said with a smile. Today, he was dressed in black, which made his slender frame even more reed-like.
Ming Wei sighed, tossed his brush aside, and went to wash his hands in preparation for making tea.
"Mr. Feng, please enjoy the tea."
