Shen Yanqing lowered his eyes and continued to wipe the cup. Keep your fingers steady and breathe slowly. He remembered that when this man entered the door, his left shoulder was slightly lower than his right shoulder by half an inch, which was a long-term habit of carrying weight on one shoulder. There was an inconspicuous thin callus on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was not worn by farm work, but closer to the holding mark of a specific tool. When he sat down, he seemed casual, but in fact he chose a position where he could observe the door, bar counter and window at the same time. He wasn't an ordinary person, but he wasn't necessarily here for him. There are a lot of strange people in this place called Time Lap Town.
