Ming Lingyi turned around. "Mr. Du?"
The newcomer was none other than Du Xuan.
Du Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. The weather was gradually growing hotter, and he looked even more "prosperous" than last year—a change likely due in large part to Ming's Restaurant.
Du Xuan said, "Boss Ming, have you heard about what's happening with Wangxian Building?"
Ming Lingyi nodded.
"Wangxian Building is clearly trying to compete with you. What are you going to do? You can't just let them copy your restaurant's event!" Du Xuan's voice was tinged with anger; he clearly felt Wangxian Building's move was unscrupulous.
Seeing the owner of a stationery shop, who had no real business ties to Ming's Restaurant, worrying so much on her behalf, Ming Lingyi couldn't help but chuckle. A flicker of warmth spread through her heart.
"Yes, I know. But if I can host a poetry competition, then naturally, so can Wangxian Building."
Before Ming Lingyi could finish, Du Xuan was already getting antsy.
