He absolutely had to make Qiong Xing his grandson somehow.
Once again, Sarin began planning the "Make Qiong Xing My Grandson" operation in his mind.
"There's someone right there who can help you. Mr. Duzy, please take care of it. This way, you won't have to keep running a stall outside while worrying anymore."
Naz was surprised.
He had never imagined that Qiong Xing had been thinking about something like that.
Even though Duzy was his uncle and often came to check on him, Naz had always felt that he was only causing trouble for him.
Even though living alone had been his own choice, the house always felt lonely after Duzy left.
Still, Naz kept telling himself that he wasn't a child anymore and that he should endure it.
"Who you sell it to can be decided by Mr. Sarin and the others," Qiong Xing said. "Of course, when they sell it for you, they can take a commission from the profits."
"U-Um… Qiong Xing?" Naz said nervously. "That's a little—"
