"Old Master Zhou, you're being too polite. It's us who are troubling you."
Lu Tianxing nodded gently at Old Master Zhou. Although there was a smile on his face, a hint of sorrow was hidden deep in his eyes, difficult to notice yet easy to perceive.
Bai Zhiqing and Mandala both wore expressions of heaviness, as if Old Sir Lu had really died. This was something they had discussed beforehand, ensuring that in front of outsiders, they must not reveal anything. The information they conveyed was simple: Old Sir Lu had truly passed, and they were deeply saddened.
"There's no trouble at all, Third Young Master, you're too courteous."
Old Master Zhou was momentarily stunned by the sorrow in Lu Tianxing's eyes, but quickly regained his composure. He invited Lu Tianxing and the others to sit down, nodded at Bai Zhiqing, and finally focused on Mandala beside Bai Zhiqing, a look of doubt and caution flashing in his eyes.
