As he spoke, he took a small step back to give Wang Jianguo and his companions a wider path, his gaze lingering on them for a brief moment. Once he was certain they needed no further assistance, he gave a light wave of his hand—a gesture small in scope but full of courtesy and concern.
"If you two need anything at all, just give me a shout. Don't stand on ceremony; I'll be right around the counter and will be at your service in an instant."
With that, Xiao Liu turned sharply and strode toward the counter with light, agile steps. First, he tidied up the surface, stacking the product brochures that customers had left scattered after browsing, and gathered a few stray ballpoint pens into a holder to ensure the counter was neat and orderly. Then, he bent down and hauled a heavy carton of goods from beneath the counter. With a muffled grunt, he gripped both sides of the box, the veins in his arms bulging as he strained to heave it onto the counter. He was breathing heavily, and fine beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead, but he had no time to wipe them away. Instead, he grabbed a pair of scissors, deftly sliced open the tape, and began sorting through the myriad items inside.
Chapter 475