Having heard He Hongjun's words and seen his actions, Lu Tianjun raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Guan Cheng.
Then, he turned to He Hongjun and asked, "Comrade He Hongjun, how did you end up at our doorstep? Do you realize if something were to happen to you, our household would be implicated?"
Feng Qingxue didn't interrupt her nephew's inquiry; she was curious as well.
He Hongjun awkwardly scratched his head, and honestly replied, "Well…I was on my way to Shanghai to visit relatives, but the weather deteriorated along the way. I noticed that your house looked new and well-maintained, so I thought of knocking to ask for shelter and a hot meal. But before I could even knock, I fainted from hunger."
Even when begging, one must choose the right doorstep. He wouldn't go near houses that looked dilapidated because he knew the occupants probably struggled themselves and he didn't want to burden them.
