Chapter Eighty-Four: Strange Memories

"Why am I becoming more curious about where Wang He lives?" Liu Sang smacked his lips, genuinely intrigued by Wang He's residence, thinking maybe he could visit next time.

After seeing off Wang He, the rain outside the restaurant had grown heavier, shrouding everything in a blur. Liu Sang yawned out of boredom. Now, the place was absolutely empty, but Liu Sang was used to it; doing business on rainy days was indeed challenging.

Doing business was generally true.

However, rainy days were profitable during lunch and afternoon hours when sudden showers drove people inside, and most young people would order something to eat, naturally boosting business.

But now, it was early morning. In the early rain, people would wake up, see the downpour, and think, "Well, it's raining? Might as well go back to sleep," especially since it was the weekend, not a workday.