Gik had calmed down considerably.
Although he had only seen him once before, Su Lun had a favorable impression of this enthusiastic, polite, and intelligent young boy.
But now, Gik stood motionless like a puppet.
He silently followed behind Su Lun, leaning on a cane.
Having walked a few steps and left the central square, Gik couldn't help but speak up, "Are you Mr. Nicholas?"
His voice trembled from the cold.
Su Lun responded indifferently, "Hmm."
"It really is you..."
Gik felt a surge of emotions upon hearing this.
In Blizzard City, he had no relatives or friends; now, with his own father dead, the members of the chamber of commerce had turned into that wicked woman's subordinates, and no one would come to rescue him.
He never imagined that the gentleman who had once saved him at sea would come to his rescue.
