"My name is Yan Fu. What should I call you two?" The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and offered one to Lu Zechuan, who politely declined.
Since being with Xia Mian, Lu Zechuan hadn't smoked in a long time, almost forgetting he ever did.
"My surname is Lu, and hers is Xia," Lu Zechuan said simply, without directly giving their names.
Yan Fu didn't mind, silently smoking while waiting for his wife to prepare the room for the guests.
Xia Mian discreetly observed everything in the room.
The room's furnishings were quite aged, with much of the furniture being old items.
On the wall above the bed, there was a wedding photo of two people. The photo seemed to have low resolution, but the couple gazed at each other affectionately, a classic handsome man and beautiful woman pair.
Xia Mian's gaze landed on the wedding photo. The mysterious child that had entered with them was now perched on the photo, blinking its dark eyes and examining it closely.
