When the merchants showed interest in visiting the shop, Laksh's complexion visibly grew nervous, as he did not want to meet that woman again. Despite his apprehension, seeing that the merchants still wanted to go inside the shop, he swallowed his nervousness and reluctantly let towards the door.
"Aye, loaper!, this is how I make it. If you want, you take it, or else get lost."
"How can you say such a thing? I just wanted you to make a small alteration here. Why are you acting like this? Do you know who my father is?"
"Idiot! Even You don't know your own father. Why are you asking me? Get lost before I punch you in the face."
Laksh stood there in a daze as his heart dropped. Soon, a young man dressed in silk attire stormed out of the shop with tears in his eyes. The merchants did not understand what the ruckus was about, so they asked, "Landon, what is that about? Why did that young man run away?"
