Wan Qinghe frowned and said to himself: "Yanjing's Chen Family seems to have no dealings with you, Brother Lu. Their uninvited appearance here suggests that it's not just a simple birthday celebration."
Lu Shaowen leaned on his cane and went silent for a while: "I have no grievances with the Chen Family, and no relationship whatsoever; it's truly puzzling."
Wan Qinghe said no more, quietly waiting for the Chen family to arrive.
After a while, four people approached the door, led by a man in his fifties, with the remaining three being young men.
The man in the suit at the front was Chen Yang, the Family Head of Yanjing's Chen Family. With steady steps and a smile even before speaking, his hearty voice reached Lu Shaowen before he did: "Old Brother Lu, may your fortune flow as long as the waters of the East Sea and your life last longer than the evergreen pines of the South Mountain."