The phone calls kept coming, and this one lasted for an hour.
When she finally finished the last call, the bearded old man Julian Linfield came out, holding a cup of hot tea, barefoot and walked slowly.
Though he's over sixty, he looks youthful with a healthy spirit and sparkling eyes, showing no signs of old age or weakness.
It's as if only his body has aged, but not his soul.
He always has the spirit of a twenty-year-old.
At the moment, he is wearing comfortable and loose cotton clothes, with pants rolled up and sleeves rolled to his elbows. His attire makes him look like a village elder ready to do farm work, yet his demeanor is that of a carefree, unworldly master.
"Did I tell you or not?" Julian sipped his steaming tea, glanced down at Nora Scott, clicked his tongue, and said disdainfully, "No playing with your phone in my house."
"Someone came visiting your home..."
Nora muttered without giving him face.
