In the room, there were already a few young men around their age; the decoration inside was simple, much like an old village house.
When Chen Zian entered, the young men stood up simultaneously.
"Patriarch Chen!"
Amid the chorus, a slightly different salutation was heard.
"Benefactor Chen."
The person who spoke was a young monk, dressed in a simple ceremonial robe, with a touch of red on his forehead.
Among them, a tall, somewhat mature-looking young man appeared especially familiar with Chen Zian.
"Hahaha, Uncle Chen, why trouble yourself running back and forth? Let the butler guide us, we're not outsiders, after all, no need for all this!"
"Before I came, my father reminded me that the Zhao Family and the Chen Family have long-standing ties. He told me to treat it as our own home and lend a hand."
Seeing the young man, Chen Zian also wore a slight smile.
