White-haired young man?
Liam Cloud!
Hope Williams was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a moment. Liam Cloud was here too!
One chopping wood and the other fetching water?
Hope couldn't imagine these two gentlemen, who never lifted a finger for household chores, now diligently doing farm work.
"Elder, may I ask when the two of them arrived?"
The old man closed his eyes, thinking for a moment, "Your husband came the day before yesterday, and the other young man came yesterday."
Hope's eyebrows raised slightly; she now understood why Waylon Lewis left early and returned late, barely having time to answer calls.
Hope steadying her mood, looked at the elder and asked, "May I know how to address you, elder?"
"My surname is Ortiz, and my name is Zong."
"Old Ortiz?!" Hope's eyes brightened.
Old Ortiz saw Hope's surprised expression, tilted his head, and asked, "Do you know me?"
"I've heard my master mention you."
"Who is your master?"
"Joe Gray, Elder Gray."
