After that, handling things became easy. You just stood below the teahouse window and called up to Fan Xinliang, who was drinking tea by the windowsill, "Fan Xinliang, do you remember me?"
Caught off guard by the sudden shout, the bewildered Fan Xinliang leaned out of the window and looked down at you.
At that moment when your gazes met, the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils slowly began to rotate, and then Fan Xinliang stood up, unsteadily walking out of the teahouse.
He emerged from the teahouse, and right across was a dog meat restaurant, selling Fan Family dog meat.
"Boss, a bowl of dog meat noodles, please."
"Alright!"
When Fan Xinliang picked up his chopsticks and put a thin slice of dog meat into his mouth, a single tear rolled down his plump cheek.
To the shop owner and the customers' astonished gazes, Fan Xinliang devoured the bowl of dog meat noodles, slurping up every last drop of the broth.