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Two people, one old and one young, walked one after the other.
Butler Han's steps were faltering; he walked very slowly, and Qiao En followed, slowing down as well.
The An family's small utility room was a place for storing discarded items. Butler Han took a key off his waistband and shakily opened the door.
The room was dim, and a smell of dust rushed to meet them.
He walked inside and turned on the light in the room.
The incandescent bulb lit up, revealing the furnishings inside the room.
Butler Han walked deeper in, each step taken with difficulty.
"Are you really Niannian?"
Butler Han turned his back and asked again as if to confirm.
Qiao En nodded, "I am."
She rarely lied, but each time she did, it appeared especially convincing.
"Director Lu, long time no see."
Qiao En exposed Butler Han's true identity.
His hunched back stiffened slightly; he neither admitted nor denied.
He moved an old trunk, and after much effort, he managed to open it.
