"You're running a stall selling clothes in Beijing City, and you want Little Chen to go help you?"
As Mrs. He spoke, she turned to look at Gao Cuiyun, who was watching them quietly. Gao Cuiyun's eyes flickered, and her fingers curled slightly.
He Lang nodded. "That's right. I've been selling on my own for half a month, and the profits are decent. I can't handle it all by myself, so I thought of Little Chen."
He looked at Little Chen. "This is just an idea. It's up to you whether you go or not. I have to go to Yangcheng tomorrow morning. If you want to come, you'll have to leave with me tomorrow."
Little Chen was thrilled. His eyes shone as he nodded vigorously. "Third Uncle, I want to go."
"Little Chen—" Gao Cuiyun couldn't help but cry out.
Little Chen turned to meet Gao Cuiyun's eyes. He wanted to say something, but felt it wasn't the right time, so he remained silent.
"Third Brother—are you home?" Shitou's shout came from the courtyard.
"I'll go take a look."
