With his head bowed, Shen Fei stood in front of the condominium while speaking softly to the three elderly men in a fearful and respectful manner.
The leader of the trio was a petite, elderly man with a bald spot at the top of his head, grayed sideburns, and a cane in one hand.
At first sight, Shen Fei found it hard to believe he was looking at the famous Li Erfrom Yunzhou, the man who had followed Ye Fan to battles all over the world.
Never did he expect the vigorous and strong warrior to age so much in two years.
The two men behind Li Er seemed to be in a better condition than their leader.
However, they had also aged a lot compared to their glorious days.
Shen Fei still remembered things clearly. It was almost three years since Ye Fan had fallen.
His death had shaved a decade off Li Erand the other two men's lives.
After confirming Qiu Mucheng actually lived there, Li Er straightened his collar and walked in with his cane.
Shen Fei wanted to go up and support him, but the old man pushed him away.
“I'll go in on my own.” Li Er was meeting an old acquaintance, so he did not want Qiu Mucheng to see how weak he was.
A man who cannot walk on his own is basically crippled.
Being a prideful man, he did not want his old friend to see him in his fragile state.
Following Li Er's lead, Chen Ao waved his hand. “Nan, you can stop holding me already. I can enter on my own.”
Chen Ao, who had been retired for many years, pushed away his daughter's hand and walked into the building with Li Er.
Among the three of them, Lei San was the only one who was healthier.
As the famous trio of Jiangdong, Lei San was the healthiest, while Li Er was the weakest.
However, over the past few years, Lei San had been seeking comfort in alcohol. No matter how healthy he was, such terrible habits naturally worsened his condition. He was not as healthy as before, and his body had long gone out of shape.
His face was unshaven, and he had lost his domineering image as the king of Jingzhou back then.
Meanwhile, the three elderly men walked up to the condominium with Shen Fei and Chen Nan's company.
“That's strange. Why is there no one in there? She should've been done with work at this time.”
No one opened the door after knocking on it for some time.
“Could you have gotten it wrong?” Chen Nan asked.
“No way. I've been here a few times,” Shen Fei said resolutely.
Just as he was panicking, a gleeful laughter traveled from the stairs.
To his surprise, he saw a mature-looking woman entering the building with a child, happily chatting away.
“Mommy, I want to have pork ribs tonight,” Fan Junior said.
“Okay. I'll make the arrangements.” Qiu Mucheng was thrilled because her son was praised in school.
Thus, she decided to reward the child that night.
Nevertheless, the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she noticed a few elderly men standing in front of her house, blocking her path at the same time.
She frowned and pulled Fan Junior behind her before saying coldly, “Excuse me. Please make way for us to gothrough.”
Even though she sounded polite, there was no response.
The elderly men remained standing there without moving.
They merely stared at her with their hazy eyes.
The woman before them was once incredibly magnificent and respectable.
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