Zhu Wencong took Su Yanqiao to Lawrent's estate to celebrate Christmas; he considered Zhu Wencong to be family.
Without Lawrent's full support during the early stages, Zhu Wencong's rate of growth wouldn't have been so rapid.
Lawrent really did treat Zhu Wencong like a foster son, ready to satisfy any of his needs.
"My boy! Welcome home!" Lawrent greeted him warmly.
"Uncle, we meet again! Merry Christmas!" Zhu Wencong handed the gift box to the butler.
"Uncle, Merry Christmas! I wish you fortune as high as the heavens and a life as long as the southern mountains!" Su Yanqiao really liked Lawrent; he was like a kind-hearted old grandfather.
Lawrent headed down the garden path, taking time to introduce his meticulously designed estate.
Getting old, getting chatty, Zhu Wencong listened patiently to Lawrent's ramblings.
Such a large estate with only an old man living in it seemed rather pitiful.
