The people present were all taken aback.
Bai Daoyan couldn't help but laugh.
He gently tapped the little one's nose.
"You little clever ghost."
The group called him Grandpa Bai because the fourth son often dealt with people in business settings.
Calling him the fourth son seemed too formal.
So, most merchants respectfully called him Grandpa Bai.
This not only showed respect but also indicated Bai Daoyan's status.
The housekeeper gave a dry laugh, looking at Bai Daoyan.
Bai Daoyan nodded, "What are you standing around for? Listen to my sister."
Only then did the housekeeper nod rapidly and smile apologetically, "Master Zhi, please come in!"
Bai Zhi'er contentedly ate a sugar-coated hawthorn.
The thin, crunchy sugar shell cracked with a crisp sound in her little mouth.
Bai Daoyan's antique shop fully demonstrated his substantial wealth.
Not only was the shop large, as vast as four stores combined.
But it was also divided into antique sections.
