"You're here." A voice came from inside the house.
The door was opened by a man with graying temples and a gentle face. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses and looked to be around sixty years old.
He always had a bit of a smile on his lips, but when he saw the tall man standing outside the door, his eyes suddenly paused for a moment.
"You... you..." Old Zou's lips trembled.
Bo Jingshen smiled, the cold, stern demeanor on him instantly dissipating because of that smile.
"Old Zou, I'm here to bum a meal," Bo Jingshen said with a smile.
Old Zou's eyes behind the glasses became a bit red. He raised his hand to take off his glasses, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "Brat, why didn't you say earlier..."
Bo Jingshen: "How early are you talking about? Five years ago, I told you I'd come to your place for a meal once I became successful."
