Old Liu looked perplexed.
Xia Liang gave a light laugh.
"Meng Kexi can't bear to give up on me. Do you really think he'd abandon the most popular attraction in his scenic area, the cliff swing?"
Hearing Xia Liang's words, Old Liu had a sudden realization. This Meng Kexi is in for some bad luck...
Xia Liang smiled faintly. "If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be coming to me for help soon."
Just as they were speaking, two customers arrived at the door. One was a middle-aged man with large, dark circles under his eyes. His complexion was puffy and his face deathly pale. Slumped in a wheelchair, he looked as if he were at death's door. A woman in her twenties was behind him, pushing the chair.
"Master Xia Tian, can you see what's wrong with my father?" the woman asked, her voice soft and gentle, her face etched with deep worry.
Xia Liang frowned slightly. This was the most pitiful-looking customer he had seen since he opened his business.
