He couldn't let go. He dialed that familiar number over and over again, yet each repeated response was the same: "The number you have dialed is powered off." He lay on the ground, wailing uncontrollably. He had utterly collapsed.
The weather was sweltering, and the city's power supply was barely coping. Surrounding areas experienced rolling blackouts. Thankfully, the business center where Xu Xiaoya's shop was located remained unaffected, much to her delight.
The store was vast and spotlessly clean, with plenty of seats, a good supply of iced sour plum soup, and fully cranked air-conditioning. All the customers who stepped inside felt extremely comfortable and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
The longer a customer stayed in a shop and the more items they tried, the more likely they were to buy something. Xu Xiaoya had quickly realized this and provided very meticulous service.
