When Zhao Mingyu returned to Nanzhili, there was only 327.6 Cents left in his bank card.
He just wanted to sell the dilapidated auto repair shop left by his father to pay off his debts, but Li Jiahui's delivery truck next door broke through the rolling shutter door in the middle of the night and stopped between his legs.
The car can be repaired, and the favors owed to the beautiful neighbor sister can be settled slowly. But the cut brake pipe, the burnt maintenance account book, and the high price of 800,000 yuan offered by the demolition company all reminded him that the fire in the store where his father died seven years ago might not have been an accident.
Can a car repairman with no money and no background keep his shop, his dignity and the people he likes together with the wrench in his hand?
