Although Lin Zhenhua is already over seventy, he's nearing the end of his life.
But his physical condition has always been very well maintained, and his tone when speaking is full of vigor.
Plus, there weren't many people moving around in the stairwell at that moment, and the space was very narrow, so voices carried easily.
So when those words were spoken aloud,
the originally noisy conversation inside the room suddenly quieted down.
A few seconds passed.
The half-closed door was pushed open from the inside.
A small old man, about sixty years old, poked his head out.
His hair was a bit gray, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and as soon as he saw Lin Zhenhua, he was instantly delighted:
"Old Lin?"
Lin Zhenhua finished the remaining steps, smiling and nodding at him:
"Yeah, happened to be passing through Yong City, so I came to see you."
After speaking, he pointed at Xu Yun:
"Let me introduce, this is a younger friend of mine, his name is Xu Yun, from Lu Prefecture."
