Lin Haicheng and Nangong Yunfei arrived at the door of Lin Xiaotian's study; Lin Haicheng cautiously knocked on the door. To be honest, without Nangong Yunfei's company, he wouldn't have dared to knock on the old man's door.
"Come in."
With a creak, Lin Haicheng pushed open the door and saw Lin Xiaotian practicing calligraphy. Lin Haicheng obediently stood aside, attentively watching Lin Xiaotian without daring to utter a word.
Nangong Yunfei also became extremely cautious in front of Lin Xiaotian, not daring to say a word, simply standing by obediently.
After a good quarter of an hour, Lin Xiaotian finally put down his brush and looked up at the two men. Seeing them so wretched, Lin Xiaotian frowned.
"What happened to you?" he asked. "In Huanhai, is there someone who dares to lay a hand on you?"
