The door closed gently, but still made a sound.
Darkness could not obstruct Lin Zhen's sight, and he clearly saw Brother Guang sitting up from the bed and asking in a low voice, "Who's there?"
Lin Zhen raised his hand and lit the oil lamp in Brother Guang's tree hole, then sat slowly on Brother Guang's chair.
"It's me."
"Lin Zhen!" Brother Guang was first startled, then asked, "What are you doing here again?"
"Settling the accounts from two years ago. Don't tell me you don't know about it, pretending to be ignorant is useless, Zhang Sicheng already told me everything."
Hearing this, Brother Guang sneered, "Lin Zhen, as expected, you wouldn't just let it go. I'm surprised you could bear it for two years. I should have taken care of you long ago. But you're too naive. What happened between me and Zhang Sicheng was just a transaction and had nothing to do with anything else, there's no grudge between us. Can't you just let go of that?"
