This is a big deal.
"I'm ten years old this year...?"
Hearing Lu Wufei's question, Iron Zheng scratched his head and then said, "I...I don't know. Nobody's ever told me. I've never seen my father, my mother died when I was very young, and I was alone from a young age. When I saw other children my height, they said they were six, so I thought I was the same..."
Having heard this,
Lu Wufei understood now.
No one did it intentionally.
It was just that no one told Iron Zheng how old he was, so he made up his age himself.
But Lu Wufei could also discern the hard life Brother Yu's only offspring had endured.
The child had grown up in hardship.
He and Brother Yu were both from the same sect, familiar at first sight.
Brother Yu also had a favor on him.
Upon hearing about such a miserable life of his only offspring,
Lu Wufei couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for the child. He reached out and patted the boy's head again, whispering, "It's okay now..."
