"Little Master." Fu Shiyan saw Xia Xin and nodded politely with a faint smile, asking, "Is the Abbot in?"
Coming back to his senses, Xia Xin hastily replied, "Yes, yes, the old patriarch is waiting for you guys."
He swung the door wide open.
"Please come in quickly."
Fu Shiyan thanked him and walked in first.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan, refusing to give way to each other, squeezed shoulder to shoulder into the room.
Behind them was a person Xia Xin had not seen before.
But...
He inexplicably found this person somewhat familiar.
As if he had seen him somewhere before.
Yet he couldn't recall at the moment.
Now was not the time to think about these things; Xia Xin closed the door and hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way, curiously asking, "Mr. Fu, what brings you here today, is there something wrong?"
"We've found some clues regarding Lin Yurong's case and wanted the Abbot to have a look," Fu Shiyan said politely, considering Jiangli's presence.
