Early the next morning.
Yin Tian left the hospital with Old Mr. Xia and headed straight for the Xia Family's main house.
In its heyday, the Xia Family's main house in the provincial city was a prominent family, though now in decline, the place they resided still lived up to the reputation of a prominent household.
"This is the place..."
Old Mr. Xia, with Yin Tian by his side, stood in front of a residence with three entrances and let out a soft sigh.
Yin Tian glanced sideways at Old Mr. Xia, only to see his face fraught with solemnity, deep in thought.
Yin Tian didn't speak, quietly waiting instead.
After a while, Old Mr. Xia finally recovered.
He looked at Yin Tian and said softly, "When a person gets old, even a little matter can evoke melancholy. I apologize."
Yin Tian waved his hand, signaling that he hadn't taken it to heart at all.
"Let's go."
As Old Mr. Xia spoke, he stepped forward and pulled on the brass ring on the door.
Knock knock knock...
