HAN SHENG MING'S MYSTERIOUS SMILE
Han Sheng Ming and Tang Yujin hurriedly finished their meal before Tang Yujin's driver drove them to the library. It was a sunny day and was one of the warmest months in London. Summer's warm weather continued till the middle of August, and some August days would even have scorching hot weather. But this day was different – the sky was a monotonous shade of grey. There was no sign of the sun, nor did its light shine through the cracks of the clouds. It wasn't raining, but the heavy overcast sky signaled that the rain was imminent, and it could be falling that evening.
The two boys found Mo Yuan and Mr. Robert in the usual private study room. "Good afternoon, Mr. Robert. I apologize for being late." Tang Yujin was never late, so he was a little embarrassed. The last thing he wanted was to be unpunctual. It was against the teaching of his grandpa, Elder Tang.