Pei Xiaoman looked at Pei Mingyuan, hoping it wasn't true.
But unfortunately, Pei Mingyuan nodded, his expression somewhat disheartened.
Pei Xiaoman suddenly felt guilty, disregarding her fatigue, "Dad, I... it's all my fault..." She lowered her head.
Pei Mingyuan stood up, patted Pei Xiaoman's head, and smiled: "It's okay, it's fate, can't fight it, so we have to endure it. Maybe the closure of our restaurant is inevitable."
But Pei Xiaoman clenched her fist, suddenly stood up, and said through gritted teeth: "I'm going to confront Uncle Lin for justice!"
Just as Pei Xiaoman stood up, Pei Mingyuan stretched out his hand and pressed down on her shoulder, pushing her back down.
Pei Mingyuan said: "Don't go, even if you go you can't explain it, we gave the money, got the goods, even if you go back now, they won't admit it. Besides, I've done business with Uncle Lin for so long, he wouldn't cheat me, it's probably his son blinded by money, so he sold us some problematic spices."
