"Old Yang, I'm so sorry to trouble you with this trip."
Yang Zhao and Yang's father did not go straight home; instead, they drove to the vegetable market.
It was close to ten o'clock in the evening, and the market was brightly lit, with figures moving about. It was not customers who were busy, but the vendors, who were briskly packing up their stalls or moving freshly arrived vegetables.
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