Zhu Weiran and his wife both hung their heads, their faces filled with a somber melancholy.
The fire of hatred in their eyes went from blazing to gradually extinguishing.
Facing the colossal existence of the Westgate family, seeking revenge... it was like a delirious dream.
Even in their prime, they only desired to escape and survive, let alone now!
A thought flashed through Feng Yin's mind: Is the couple before him not the shopkeepers that Heaven had sent me? And they could manage the shop together.
With such cover, what would he have to fear?
"Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Zhuang, it's actually quite timely that you came. I'm short-staffed over here..."
Feng Yin explained the majority of his idea.
"Pet pampering?" Zhu Weiran looked surprised: "You have that skill?"
