'Senior Brother Zhang... what nerve!'
Lu Xuan's expression was incredibly strange. He broke into a violent coughing fit, causing Ao Xianzhi and Zhang Liang at his side to glance over in surprise.
Ao Xianzhi blinked, asking with concern:
"Old uncle, is this... your son? He doesn't look very well..."
The old farmer chuckled.
"He's my son, here on Taishan to keep me company... The little rascal is perfectly healthy. He probably caught a chill sleeping without a blanket last night. The wind is strong on the mountain, after all."
"Oh, I see."
Ao Xianzhi nodded, not thinking much of it, and said with a bright smile:
"Brother, my name is Shui Ning, and this is Zhang Liang. We both live near the foot of the mountain."
"Right, right."
Lu Xuan adjusted his expression, putting on the simple, honest smile of a farmer.
"My name is Li Xuan. Just like my old man said, I'm here to keep him company when I have the time..."
"Brother Li." Zhang Liang cupped his fist and grinned at Lu Xuan.
