When Lin Gantang said that she wanted to take Sweet Wine away, Mr. Lin looked as if his precious treasure was being taken away from him. This matter had suddenly escalated to the level of filial piety.
Lin Gantang thought to herself, "What else can I say?"
Sweet Wine had adapted well to the Lin family, and Mr. Lin really liked it. Her own father had to go along with it, so Lin Gantang nodded in agreement.
Mr. Lin caressed the cat in satisfaction. His tone became kind. "Do you still want to run a bookstore? Dad will help you open another?"
Lin Gantang thought of Wen Yanqing's current situation and shook her head. "Not for the time being. At the very least, I'll wait for Yanqing's vision to improve. I plan to accompany him for the time being. He must be having a hard time adapting after suddenly losing his sight."
