Fangzheng knew that the old man had not been struck down by the pain of losing his son. Although he was in pain, he was still the old man who was like an iron pillar holding up his family!
At that moment, Uncle Iron stopped and saw Fangzheng. He sighed and said, "Sit down, child."
"I'm sorry."
Uncle Iron shook his head and said, "Why should you apologize? This isn't your fault. On the contrary, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have known about what happened to Xi. Tomorrow, we will get someone to bring Xi back. After running around outside for so many years, it's time for him to return home and rest."
"Uncle Iron, do you need my help?"
Uncle Iron suddenly laughed and said, "Do you know what Lahu means?"
Fangzheng shook his head.
