Haitang asked, and An Ning answered.
"What's there to persuade you about? You've been running the opera house by yourself for so many years; you've seen all sorts of people and situations. Any decision you make must have been carefully considered. If you truly love to sing opera, you can do it anywhere, can't you?"
Haitang felt a surge of happiness at being understood. But before the corners of his lips could even turn up, he heard An Ning say, "That was all just the polite answer. The honest truth is that we don't know each other well, so I have no right to interfere with your decision."
"You're right."
Haitang didn't take offense. This was the real An Ning.
An Ning asked with some curiosity, "You haven't said—did you get a good price for it? If you haven't signed the contract yet, you could consider selling it to me. I'm not looking to profit off you—at least, not too much. If you want to buy it back in the future, we can definitely discuss it."
