What a pity.
Xia Zheng's focus wasn't there, however. As he leisurely looked around the shop, noting its size and location for future design and refurbishment, he casually asked, "You've run this shop for over ten years, it's the fruit of your parents' lifelong hard work. Can you really bear to sell it? Aren't you afraid your parents will haunt your dreams at night and scold you?"
Xia Zheng always spoke his mind, and Lin Yuan was amused by his last remark.
Meng Liangdong also laughed, shaking his head in self-deprecation, "You flatter me too much, brother. Many years have passed since my parents died, and indeed, they have appeared in my dreams—not only scolding me, but even chasing me with a feather duster. However, it wasn't because of the shop but rather because I failed to attain scholarly honor and let them down."
