Aunt Zhang heard her husband's thought and patted her forehead before saying with realization, "That's right, Chen should be arriving a bit late. Let's not even think about opening the door to customers today. I think we should just give Chen a private reception party!"
Uncle Wang nodded and said, agreeing, "Okay, then I'll go inside and prepare for it. We can't let Chen's friends see us here standing shamefully."
The two were just about to go into the store when a limousine slowly drove over, and they abruptly halted in their steps again.
After all, they had lived for so many years and this was the first time they had seen such a luxurious car.
"Look at that car. It's so stylish. How rich is the person sitting in the car?"
"The gap between their lives and our low-level life is too large... Oh, that's not right. Why would the rich come to such a small place that no one knows?" Aunt Zhang said ruefully.
