C80 Isn't This a Free Gift?

A month slipped by in the blink of an eye.

In a private room of a teahouse, Lan Qingjia and her uncle, Yun Zihe, sat across from each other, leisurely sipping tea and chatting.

“Thanks to your help recently, Uncle, my shops wouldn’t have reopened so quickly without you.”

Lan Qingjia had reclaimed the shops left to her by Mrs. Yun and was ready to manage them herself