Twenty minutes later, Xian Guiying walked to Square Street. The doors of her shop were closed, but the hawkers around her were still hawking various things as usual.
She walked over and opened the shop's door. She stuffed the handmade items hanging on the wall into a cardboard box and heard the young girl's voice from the silver jewelry store on the other side. "Sister Xian, how many days has it been since your shop closed? I thought something had happened to you! Are you going to open the shop today?"
Xian Guiying looked at the enthusiastic girl through the doorway and smiled at her. "No. I will close the shop."
"Ah? Sister Xian, you won't open the shop here anymore?"
Opening shop?
Mrs. Qin had caused a commotion here the other day, so the shop could no longer be open.
