Xia Zhenyuan looked at the items he had brought, but none of them had been sold. He pulled Xia Cha aside and said worriedly, "Cha Cha, you shouldn't have made that bet with your uncle."
Xia Cha held Xia Zhenyuan's calloused palm and said with clear and firm eyes, "Dad, don't worry. We will definitely sell it all."
"You can shout here first. I'll come back after I buy something."
Without waiting for Xia Zhenyuan to say anything, Xia Cha ran away.
Xia Zhenyuan walked to the front of the stall and glanced at Xia Zhenxiang, who was standing by the side with a face full of contempt. Xia Zhenyuan braced himself and shouted, "Delicious peaches, pears, the price is good. Come and take a look…"
