Elder Chen asked his wife and Luo Dance to help clean the dining room first before taking Luo Qiu to his home located upstairs.
This was a 3-floor self-built house, which were commonly seen in old towns. The first floor was renovated for purpose of doing business while the upper floors were used as a residence.
Elder Chen was accustomed to using a Chinese-styled smoking pipe. At present, he added a little bit tobacco onto the smoke pan, then huffed and puffed to ensure the tobacco kept burning.
“Luo Qiu… You’re Luo Qiu right?”
He couldn’t make sure whether this male of the younger generation before him was the one he knew---Especially after witnessing the miracle that year. He might be a fake, merely a person ordered by that place to remind him of his debt.
