C66 Oil-paper umbrella

"Mr. Xiang, there are some things you can't force yourself to do. Anita …" The old man handed a straw over to Xiang Qicheng and looked at him meaningfully. Then, he clasped his hands together and bowed.

Xiang Qicheng took the lot from the old man's hand and looked at the words on it. Holding the wooden lot in his hand made him feel strangely at ease.

"Of course I know that