Li Quan had a multitude of thoughts running through his mind, but he still had to deal with the situation. He forced a couple of dry laughs, carefully choosing his words before speaking:
"You look quite similar to that gentleman, and I chatted with him a bit yesterday. He mentioned his grandfather passed away not too long ago, but his grandmother is still alive."
Hearing Li Quan mention her husband's passing, the old granny seemed to still be steeped in sorrow from it. Her expression dimmed, and after a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh and said slowly:
"That must be him. That young man is my grandson. Yesterday, he went out for a run and when he returned, he rummaged through the house looking for some of his grandfather's belongings. He said he took a few items and sold them at the Glaze Factory Jubao Pavilion for ninety thousand yuan. It's your shop, isn't it?"
