The inside was very warm, with thick carpets laid on the floor and walls, and at a glance, it seemed even warmer.
Then, Duan Yun saw that person.
The person who made him nervous.
That person was lying on a thick, soft bed, with gray hair and shrunken beard, looking old and frail. Beside him was a gentle elderly woman.
It was evident that these two elderly individuals were of a very dignified breed.
But at the moment he saw them, Duan Yun felt a slight disappointment.
Because the two people before his eyes, no matter how splendid they might have been before, were now frail and aging.
Duan Yun respectfully saluted and said, "Seniors, I am Duan Yun."
The old man on the bed looked at him, smiled, and responded, "Shen Sanlang, father of Shen Ying."
The elderly woman beside also spoke, "Luo Ling, mother of Shen Ying."
"Stepmother."
She added another sentence.
Duan Yun did not expect that Shen Ying's parents would be so old.
