"Xiao Nian..." Seeing that Ji Nian was unmoved, the middle-aged woman burst into tears: "Mom can't help it. Your father passed away early, leaving only this shop assistant. How can I, a woman, be busy with so many things? You will eventually need to inherit this shop."
"Don't be ridiculous, Mom." Ji Nian's lips twitched: "Why should I inherit that shabby shop? Besides, it's too unlucky. I don't want to inherit this coffin shop."
