Xiangjiang.
Shen Family.
An elderly man, decrepit from age, dressed in a comfortable cross-collared short shirt, with hair and beard all white, leaned on a glossy redwood reclining chair with his eyes closed and asked, "Has Ah Zun gone to the airport?"
Standing beside, Shen Yu bowed slightly and replied, "He left half an hour ago."
"Mm." Elder Shen opened his eyes, which were somewhat cloudy with age yet still spirited, "Has the news spread out?"
Shen Yu nodded lightly, placing the pillow his father often used behind his back, and said in a soft voice, "Everyone has been notified, and those three families have also arranged for people to wait at the hotel. Father, this might not be very appropriate."
Elder Shen no longer possessed his former sharp edge; if not for living in a grand estate, he would be indistinguishable from the elderly men strolling in the alleys.
