Mo Si nodded repeatedly, carefully cradling the nose flask as he headed downstairs.
He didn't even need to look hard—he immediately spotted an old man in a white undershirt fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in the teahouse lobby. The man seemed to be speaking with a waiter, looking somewhat irritable.
As Mo Si got closer, he overheard the conversation—it turned out there were no available seats. Even the private rooms in the teahouse had all been taken, leaving the elderly gentleman without a place to enjoy his morning tea, noticeably souring his mood.
Mo Si squeezed the nose flask in his hand, contemplating if he should come back at a different time to avoid inviting trouble.
Unexpectedly, the old man turned around and immediately caught sight of the nose flask in Mo Si's hands. His expression changed instantly.
The old man took two hurried steps toward Mo Si and, without giving him a chance to speak, asked urgently, "How do you have this item?"
