Xu Xiangbei sneered, "You're afraid I'll expose your father and son's fraud, aren't you? Last time I smashed your sign, you didn't learn your lesson and still go around deceiving people. Do I need to teach you a lesson again?"
Zhao Jinhai was so scared he hid behind his dad again, "Don't talk nonsense, who's the fraud? I think you're the fraud."
Ignoring the Zhao father and son, Xu Xiangbei walked toward the boy and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
Hearing someone approach and ask his name, the boy smiled adorably, "I'm Zhou Haitao, Hai as in ocean, Tao as in waves. Uncle, what time is it now? Has the sun risen outside?"
Seeing the hopeful look on the child's face as he asked if the sun had risen, Xu Xiangbei felt a pain in his heart. Living in darkness at such a young age is so painful.
Zhou Haitao wasn't overwhelmed by the darkness; his small face still carried the innocent smile of a child, imagining the appearance of the sun in his heart.
