The dwelling of Old Master Lane was a single-story house in the front courtyard.
When William Lane arrived, the Old Master was feeding birds on the porch. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to the back.
After seeing the exhausted and self-blaming expression in William's eyes, he put down the spoon, placed his left hand behind him, and rubbed the longevity lock in his hand.
"Grandfather," William called as he walked to the porch.
Old Master Lane was dressed in a Tang-style suit. Over eighty years old, his hair was completely white, but he stood tall and appeared quite spirited. He looked at William, his expression and voice calm and steady throughout, "When did you come back?"
"Arrived in the Imperial Capital last night."
"Didn't sleep a wink?" asked Old Master Lane.
"Mm."
The old man glanced at him and walked toward the room. It seemed he deliberately avoided giving any bad news, so he specifically asked, "Did Olivia get into trouble again?"
