The shop didn't suffer any losses, but it was still wet and dirty.
"It's a pity," Master Qin looked around the shop and muttered in a low voice.
"Dad, it's getting late. It's almost FiveO' clock. Why don't you come to my house to rest today? I'll help you tidy up the shop when it's dawn." Qin Changyuan looked at his watch and realized that it was getting late. He was afraid that his old father's body would not be able to take it.
"No, there's a customer who's coming to pick up her things at noon tomorrow. The things have been burned and we need to work overtime to make them again." Master Qin shook his head and refused his son's suggestion.
"It's just some flower rings. We have no choice but to burn them all. Why don't we give her a refund and let her buy them elsewhere?" Qin Changyuan frowned.
