The old man and the young boy entered the house happily.
Zhao Yan saw him bringing in a stranger and quickly approached, asking, "Young Master, who is this…?"
"This is an old gentleman," Mei Yan answered seriously, his face stern.
Zhao Yan: "..." Of course he knew this was an old gentleman.
Lu Ting smiled warmly and introduced himself, "I'm your neighbor. This little guy here saw that I wasn't feeling well, so he invited me in for a sit. I hope I'm not causing too much disturbance."
"So, you're our neighbor. Please have a seat." Although Zhao Yan still had doubts, out of respect for the elderly, he politely ushered him into the living room and personally brewed a pot of tea.
Lu Ting accepted with a smile, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.
