‘Red Decks pleasure boat…’
That name flashed in Lu Sheng’s mind like a bolt of lightning.
He made his horse slow down and paused for a moment, his face dark. Only when he saw that some in the entourage had caught sight of him did he slowly approach.
As he neared, Lu Quanan hurriedly led a group of men out to welcome him.
"Sheng’er! Why have you come? Your hair?" Seeing Lu Sheng’s current appearance, he was stumped.
Lu Sheng flipped himself off the horse.
"It’s a long story, let’s not talk about the hair first. Dad, Second Mother, Uncle Zhao, I came from Mountain-Edge City. Why have you stopped here? Also, who hung up those red lanterns?"
He pointed at the red lanterns that hung on the horse carriages in a seemingly flippant manner.
