"Uncle Lu." Feng Jiu glanced at him and smiled. Her eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth and called out, not the least uncomfortable or awkward.
Lu Jiming who was beside them watched on in wonder as his father and the youth chatted heartily. He was only a young boy and he couldn't see anything outstanding about him. He didn't understand why his father could talk to him.
Because of the addition of Feng Jiu who traveled with them, there were two strong men leading the way in front and there were a few more people behind. Feng Jiu, Old Patriarch Lu and Lu Jiming walked in the middle. Along the way, Lu Jiming could only watch them as he realised that whatever his father talked about, this inconspicuous boy was always able to carry on the conversation.
