The old man and the young boy entered the house happily.
Zhao Yan saw him bringing in a stranger and quickly approached, asking, "Young Master, who is this…?"
"This is an old gentleman," Mei Yan answered seriously, his face stern.
Zhao Yan: "..." Of course he knew this was an old gentleman.
Lu Ting smiled warmly and introduced himself, "I'm your neighbor. This little guy here saw that I wasn't feeling well, so he invited me in for a sit. I hope I'm not causing too much disturbance."
"So, you're our neighbor. Please have a seat." Although Zhao Yan still had doubts, out of respect for the elderly, he politely ushered him into the living room and personally brewed a pot of tea.
Lu Ting accepted with a smile, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.
Mei Yan, sharp as ever, noticed his expression of surprise and praised, "I told you my sister's handmade tea would be appreciated by everyone. If you like it, Grandpa, I can give you some to take home and enjoy."
