The crowd turned toward the voice and saw a pack of young men strolling in together.
At the front was a man in a white suit, hair slicked back without a strand out of place. His easy confidence marked him as old money at a glance.
Elder Lynch seemed to recognize him too, and blurted out in surprise, "Young Master Lee! What brings you here?"
"Picking up a gift for someone." Wilson Lee clasped his hands behind his back, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Good thing Donald tipped me off in time, or I'd have walked right past a treasure like the Seven-Star Herb today."
"If you ask me, this Seven-Star Herb is the cream of the crop," the young man beside Wilson Lee said, pushing his glasses up with an air of certainty.
Only then did Elder Lynch notice who it was, and he drew a sharp breath
