Along the way, Old Liu heard the crunching sounds of munching from the back seat, knowing that Yun Ran was very pleased with the snacks he had bought, and a smile unconsciously curled up at the corner of his mouth.
More than an hour later, Yun Ran suddenly spoke, "Stop the car!"
Looking at the funeral service street ahead, Old Liu's expression was already very composed, as if he would not be surprised by any place Yun Ran wanted to visit.
Following her senses, Yun Ran stopped in front of a shop that looked like an old-time store.
The proprietor originally had a frown and a sour face. Upon seeing a customer approaching, his spirits did not lift much; his demeanor was not at all like that of someone eager to make money.
"Boss!"
Hearing the voice, the proprietor reluctantly lifted his head, but upon clearly seeing Yun Ran's face, he perked up as if injected with an adrenaline shot.
"Master, Master!"
