Feng Qing had thought that Su Zhiruan was inside the ready-to-wear shop, but no matter how long he waited, she didn't appear, so he called over the shopkeeper. "Didn't you say she was trying on clothes? Why hasn't she come out after so long?"
The shopkeeper hemmed and hawed, his heart pounding with panic. "This, this humble one doesn't know either. Perhaps you'd like to take a look yourself?"
It wasn't until that moment that Feng Qing realized something was amiss. He immediately stood up, and even the baked bun he was holding was tossed aside.
At this point, the shopkeeper was extremely nervous. He saw that Feng Qing's attire was extravagant, and it was very likely that he was a young master from a wealthy family. If the apple of the young master's eye disappeared from their shop, there would be no way to defend himself today. Even if he spoke until his mouth was dry, he would absolutely not be believed.
