"Dad, Shen Dong is right, you've worked hard for most of your life, and it's time for you to enjoy yourself, so let's not keep the store open," Chen Yuyan hurriedly chimed in.
"I'm only fifty, not yet at retirement age. Talking about enjoying myself is still too early. If I don't run the store, what will I do? Become useless? That's definitely not the life I want."
"Besides, I've run this store for so many years and have been busy like this all along, I've gotten used to it."
"If I don't run it, I really wouldn't know what to do, and about what Shen Dong said about traveling, I'm by myself, and I don't really have any desire to do that."
"However, what Shen Dong mentioned about finding a store manager to handle things, that I can consider. When I come to the store, I wouldn't need to do much, and I could take it easy."
Chen Yuanxiang felt very gratified by what his son-in-law and daughter said.
But the idea of closing the store, he really didn't know what he would do instead.
