When he returned to Store Two, the store was busy, with the employees attending to their duties and everything running smoothly.
Wang Xiaoliang did not go to the checkout area. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and fetched goods from the storeroom to restock the empty shelves.
He needed some physical work.
He carefully wiped down the shelves and straightened the goods customers had rummaged through.
He began reviewing things in his mind.
From the first day he met Liang Yanni to her series of retaliatory actions.
What had started this whole thing?
It was because he had called out to her in Li Laifu's Supermarket.
If he had not spoken up that time, if he had not felt that pang of compassion, none of what followed would have happened.
Then why had he called out to her?
Wang Xiaoliang stopped what he was doing, leaned against a shelf, and let out a long breath.
Because he had felt sorry for her.
Even more because she had reminded him of Old Third.
Back then, as he looked at Liang Yanni's bedraggled appearance, the thought that flashed through his mind was that if Old Third were still alive and saw her like that, he would certainly help without hesitation.
He was Old Third's brother. Doing something on his behalf would be a way to honor that bond.
But his mistake had been projecting his longing for Old Third onto Liang Yanni. From the very beginning, he had viewed her through a filter and lost his most basic judgment.
He had never truly taken the trouble to discern what sort of person Liang Yanni was, or tested her with the Art of Reading People.
The passage from the Book of Fate involuntarily surfaced in Wang Xiaoliang's mind.
"One who reads people must