Bang bang bang!
A series of knocks sounded at the door, prompting everyone to turn their heads toward the entrance as Yan Hu rose to open the attic door.
Standing at the doorway was Li Fenglin, his face filled with anxiety.
"Mr. Yan Hu, has Mr. Jiang returned?" Li Fenglin nervously asked, his eyes casting a glance at the attic hall.
"Come in," Jiang Chen softly called.
As the two men entered the hall, Li Fenglin took a seat on the couch, mouth agape, yet hesitant.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen looked puzzledly at Li Fenglin.
Taking a deep breath, Li Fenglin spoke with trepidation, "Mr. Jiang, the memorial day for the old ancestor… is in three days!"
"I know, we should make it on time if we leave tomorrow, right?" Jiang Chen looked back at him with a slight confusion.