The small business owner jumped in fright and stuttered, "Sang, Sang Yufei!"
"From which village?"
"Seems like... Sihe Village!"
"Are you sure? You didn't hear wrong?" Sang Pingliang's face turned deathly pale, his hand gripping the small business owner's collar tightened, nearly strangling him.
"No—what are you doing? You're suffocating me!" The small business owner came to his senses and, annoyed, shoved Sang Pingliang, fuming, "You have a problem! What does someone achieving Xie Yuan have to do with you! Why are you so agitated!"
"How can it not concern me? He's my nephew! My own nephew!" Sang Pingliang stomped his foot and rushed out.
"Hey hey, you haven't paid yet!" The small business owner grabbed him, "Five coins, thanks!"
Sang Pingliang angrily said, "My nephew has achieved Xie Yuan, and you still want my money? I need to rush home!"
