Dayuan City was inundated in a cold spring; the residents went through their closets
and wardrobes to take out their winter clothes again.
The stores placed the winter overcoats on the shelves again, which became the popular
items and were often sold out.
A few large carriages parked in front of a clothing store. The workers were busy bringing
down the goods; the steams of sweat on their heads were visible in such cold weather.
In front of a nearby antique shop, a man watched all this hustle and bustle while holding
a cup of warm tea in his hand, asking, "Have our own shop clerks gotten their winter
clothes and coals?"
This man was in his thirties, with a composed bearing and sharp expression in his eyes;
but some gray hair could be seen on his temples.
He was none other than the Young Master Li.
The manager of the antique shop replied hastily, "It has been taken care of already,
Young Master."