Dominic slowly rose from his seat as soon as Grandma Zhu, Butler Fu, and the person wheeling his grandmother approached. He stood tall in his height, eyes on his grandmother to see if she was alright. Looking at the grumpy look of the old madam, Dominic heaved a sigh of relief.
'She's fine,' he told himself before snapping his eyes at the man behind the wheelchair. "You look familiar."
"Am I?" The man, Primo, cocked his head to the side, smiling. "Well, that's an honor."
In the past, both men couldn't remember having direct contact with each other. Primo was careful enough not to directly approach Dominic before the time came. Tonight was that time.
"Ah." Dominic rocked his head in understanding. "You are that… person."
"That person?"
"The owner of Rossi winery, I believe."
