The Mechanic looked at Fangsheng as he examined the tavern's interior, occasionally revealing an appreciative gaze. Moreover, when this fellow looked at her homemade mechanical grandfather clock, that look of praise involuntarily brought joy to her heart, making her feel from the bottom of her soul that this impeccably dressed fellow right in front of her was an excellent conversationalist.
Her ruby-like eyes narrowed slightly as she gave an intimidating look to the waiters at the bar, signaling with her eyes for them to take seats at the nearby tables. She wanted to have a proper chat with someone who could understand mechanical aesthetics.
One of the waiters cast a complaining glance at their dear boss, then stepped down from the rivet-decorated barstool and rested on a nearby leather sofa.
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