Luo Qiu followed Song Haoran's footsteps and soon arrived in front of a commercial building.
The building was not very tall, only six stories high. A sign at the entrance indicated that it was some sort of united chamber of commerce.
Song Haoran did not go in right away. Instead, he slowly circled the chamber of commerce building, making one complete circuit.
"The chamber's new person in charge is your niece?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Song Haoran shook his head. "Not Song Ying. It's her uncle—the younger brother of my brother-in-law. Nepotism. Don't you get that feeling?"
Luo Qiu merely smiled without answering.
Song Haoran continued, "Speaking of which, you're really amazing. I don't know why, but every time I'm with you, I feel as if I have no worries. I don't have to restrain myself when I want to say something. I'm genuinely relaxed."
Luo Qiu looked up at the floors of the commercial building. "Maybe it's because I'm not very good at giving people advice. If I don't give advice, I won't influence other people's thoughts."
Song Haoran did not agree... because he understood that this was due to a quality possessed by this blood relative who had been left drifting outside—a quality that could put people at ease.
In the noisy Chinatown, simply standing beside Luo Qiu gave him the feeling of being in a vast open field. One would not pay particular attention to his presence, but neither would one overlook it.
After thinking it over, Song Haoran could come up with only one word to describe this eldest nephew: just right.
"Are we going in now?" Luo Qiu looked at the chamber of commerce's entrance.
Through the glass doors, they could see the clerk sitting at the reception desk, curiously examining them from outside.
"No.