Su Ran quickly broke free and turned around to see that the person behind him was his friend, the old beggar, whom he had not seen for many days.
"Dear benefactor, may I request a word with you!"
The old beggar looked at Su Ran with an unexplainable glow in his eyes. He was extremely filthy, with matted hair that clearly hadn't been washed in quite some time.
Understanding, Su Ran followed the old beggar into his house. The beggar closed the door behind him, his expression extremely serious. He pulled a small black cloth bundle from his bosom, composed himself, and handed it to Su Ran.
"Huh?"
Seeing the solemn expression on the old beggar's face, Su Ran knew he couldn't just brush it off. He quickly pushed back, questioning the old beggar, "Sir, what is this all about?"
"My benefactor, I have nothing else to offer you. This is a family keepsake passed down from my ancestors. I hope you will take good care of it!"
