"Right, right, Old Master Li, come on in."
Reminded by his wife, Uncle Zhang came to his senses. He stepped forward and turned to support the old man's other arm. "Come on, Old Master Li. Take it slow."
Zhang Bo and the others stepped aside to clear the way, watching the old man walk past them.
When he reached Xiao Xiao, the old man stopped.
Though Uncle Zhang didn't understand, he turned in the direction the old man wanted.
Ahead of them... was Xiao Xiao.
The young man who had saved Old Master Li.
A look of dawning understanding appeared on Uncle Zhang's face.
So... he'd come to thank Xiao Xiao for saving his life?
What a stubborn old man.
Uncle Zhang shook his head, but didn't interrupt.
Since they'd come all this way, they should let the old man do what he wanted.
Perhaps... the old man was also worried that if he didn't come now, he'd never get another chance to thank his savior in person.
"But, Old Master Li, don't talk here."
"Let's go inside and sit down on the sofa first."
"Take your time."
"Then you won't have to stand the whole time and tire yourself out."
"Actually, you didn't need to rush over like this."
His wife couldn't help sounding a little reproachful. "You could've waited until you were feeling better."
"At least you could've waited until tomorrow."
"Xiao Xiao isn't going anywhere soon."
"I'm sorry."
The old man's voice was very soft.
But everyone's attention was on him.
Naturally, they all heard what he'd said.
Before Uncle Zhang could speak, the old man spoke again.
This time, his voice was a little louder, and his words were clearer.
"Could I talk with this young man alone?"
The old man didn't say