The door opened, and Master Xu walked in.

"Oh my! Master Xu, what brings you here?" Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and helped him to a chair.

"I'm fine now, it's just that my left hand is still a little weak, but it's nothing serious."

Mr. Xu only suffered a mild stroke. He received timely treatment and his family was willing to spend money on medication, so the aftereffects were very mild. After a few months, he could speak and walk normally again, but his left hand was not very flexible.

"That's wonderful, it's a blessing that you've recovered like this." Qin Xiaoyu brewed a cup of tea and brought it over.

"What's so good about it? It's still a financial loss." Master Xu sighed heavily, and Qin Xiaoyu began to understand.

"What's wrong? Are you having difficulties at home? Master Xu, please tell me what's wrong, and I'll help if I can." Qin Xiaoyu pulled up a chair and sat opposite him.

“Someone in this family had a serious illness that was going to kill them. I used up almost all the money I had saved over the years. Although I managed to save their life, I left them with a huge mess,” Mr. Xu said with a worried expression.

He fell ill suddenly, after having a lot of work lined up. Because of his excellent skills, there were many things that no one else could do. His regular customers were all wealthy people, so they left their things behind.

Master Xu has been diligent for most of his life and values ​​his reputation above all else. When he is sick, he only thinks about getting better, but once he recovers, he goes to the shop and gets a headache just looking at it.

He had a lot of unsold stock, and his regular customers couldn't hold him accountable, but he couldn't just stay silent either. He considered losing money, but after looking at the fabric, he changed his mind. He wanted to continue making the fabric, but his hands weren't up to the task anymore.

"Master Xu, how about this, it's up to you. If you want to pay compensation, I'll take full responsibility, so you don't need to worry about it. If you want to continue, I'll assign the best technicians to help you, and try my best to achieve your satisfaction." Qin Xiaoyu was always straightforward, and upon hearing these words, Master Xu almost burst into tears.

They say that once someone leaves, the tea grows cold, but his cup of tea was more than just cold; it was practically spoiled. Qin Xiaoyu not only didn't mind, but also went out of her way to help him. He appreciated her kindness.

Qin Xiaoyu called Xu Xiaoqing, pulled Master Xu along, and went to his clothing store together.

Master Xu's shop is truly well-established; it's the result of decades of hard work and accumulation.

Because no one has been around for a long time, everything is covered in a layer of dust. When you walk by, a layer of dust floats up and drifts in the light and shadow.

"Take everything away," Master Xu said, patting the fabric on the table.

"Move everything away?" Qin Xiaoyu was startled. There were not only sample garments and semi-finished products here, but also many bundles of fabric.

"Didn't you say you'd handle my mess? Then you have to move out. That's your condition. If you don't agree, then just leave me alone." Master Xu had already made up his mind along the way.

"But this thing is too valuable." Qin Xiaoyu glanced at the clothes rack. Many of the sample clothes there were made of high-quality materials and had beautiful designs. They could fetch a good price in a department store.

“These things are mine, and I can give them to whomever I want. There are also many books here, all collected by me. You can give this one to Zhou Yue.” Master Xu pulled a thick book out of the cabinet.

The notebook was pieced together from many other notebooks, so full of writing, and so old that it had become loose and bulging. Qin Xiaoyu flipped through it; this must be Master Xu's life's work, containing many of the essences of clothing tailoring.

"I've been keeping this notebook since I was an apprentice, for decades. I'll pass it on to my apprentices." Master Xu glanced at it reluctantly. A person's life is truly short, and a single notebook contains all that information.

"I must thank you on her behalf; this gift is too precious." Qin Xiaoyu's eyes welled up with tears.

The house belongs to Mr. Xu, and he also wants to empty it out and move in.

They used to live in an apartment building, but now it's not very convenient to go up and down the stairs. They say that prolonged illness tests the filial piety of children, and when he first fell ill, his children did their best to take care of him. But as time went on, they became lax.

Especially after seeing the hospital bill, they argued several times, mainly because they felt the bills were too high. They felt that their old money-making machine was now not making much money, and the disappointment was too great, which revealed their true nature.

Master Xu said he wanted to compensate the customer, but his children strongly opposed it and argued so fiercely that he couldn't do it himself, so he asked Qin Xiaoyu for help.

He had only wanted Qin Xiaoyu to finish making the clothes, but she took on so much responsibility. Touched, he gifted the sword to his friend, thus fulfilling his last wish.

This place couldn't be moved all at once, so Qin Xiaoyu took Master Xu home and went back to the factory to make arrangements.

Originally, she only intended to take a short trip, but it turned into a whole day. When Qin Xiaoyu returned home, Zhou Xing's mother was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

"Mom, has Sister Xiaoyue come down for dinner?"

"No, I knocked on the door several times but no one answered." Zhou Xing's mother had tears on her face.

"I'll go up and take a look, don't rush."

Qin Xiaoyu rushed up the stairs, feeling a sense of unease. Could Zhou Yue be thinking of doing something foolish?

She pounded on the door a few times and yelled, "Open the door! What's the big deal? Come out, I'll take care of it for you!"

There was still no response from inside. Qin Xiaoyu knocked a few more times, and Zhou Xing's mother came over, leaning on the railing of the stairs, and stood beside her, anxiously staring at the door.

"Mom, get the key and open the door." Qin Xiaoyu couldn't wait any longer. Zhou Xing's mother was waiting for her to say that. She was too old to take on responsibilities and needed Qin Xiaoyu's courage.

The door opened, but there was no one inside. Zhou Xing's mother swayed slightly, and Qin Xiaoyu hugged her tightly.

Zhou Yue left for Guangzhou. She said she was determined to find Xiao Jin.

I received her call three days later; she said she had arrived safely.

"You come back right now! How are you going to find me?" Qin Xiaoyu was furious. Once Zhou Yue got stubborn, not even ten donkeys could pull her back.

“Guangzhou has strict management here. Anyone without a letter of introduction will be sent to a shelter. I don’t believe I can’t find one by searching every shelter!” Zhou Yue’s plan was clear.

"Okay, come back as soon as you're done looking, okay? Whether you find it or not, just come back!" Qin Xiaoyu glanced at Zhou Xing's mother, whose face was pale, and felt a pang of heartache.

"Okay." Zhou Yue agreed reluctantly, but Qin Xiaoyu took it as her being serious.

After calming down Zhou Xing's mother, Qin Xiaoyu became increasingly angry and went directly to settle accounts with Deng Jianyan.

When Deng Jianyan opened the door, he was still sleepy-eyed. The room reeked of alcohol, and Lisheng was fast asleep on the sofa. Several bottles of wine were overturned on the table, and a few peanuts remained in a small plate.

"You're living a good life! Does Lisheng not even have anything to eat?" Qin Xiaoyu cursed inwardly. Men are all big pigs, that's absolutely true.

"I don't know if he's eaten or not." Deng Jianyan probably had a headache, rubbing it vigorously, and stepped aside to let Qin Xiaoyu in.

"I'm not going in. I'm just here to deliver a message: Brother Deng, I look down on you!"