Zhao Youqian's face turned somber.
He did not want to hear his younger brother's name, especially since he knew that his brother had not perished as expected.
"Mother, take a rest. I'll come and visit you next time." Zhao Youqian rose, straightened his suit, and bid farewell to the lady.
"Do you have something else to do again?" asked the lady.
"Yes, I've a lot of things to handle. Ever since the trend of the Dragon Mage started in Europe, our family business has been severely affected. The crowd goes to the auctions where dragons are held for sale. They care less and less about us. Our old customers who used to fawn on us go to buy things from our competitors now," Zhao Youqian said with great dissatisfaction.
"Old customers? They cooperated with us because they respected your father. Now that your father is gone—" said the lady.
