C139 Storm Is Coming

"Ding-a-ling."

With the gentle chime of the doorbell, a young man stepped into the antique coffee shop.

He was slender, clad in a black coat, and wore a warm smile. This was Jin Mu, who had strayed far from the original story.

"Mr. Xi, as punctual as ever."

Jin Mu took a seat across from Xi, greeting him in a soft tone.

"Hardly," Xi responded with a gentlemanly air and a nonchalant smile