A year has passed, and Dean Wu, with a crippled leg and a wooden crutch, looked even older. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, but after hearing the voice clearly, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Mr. Lin?"
Zhao Douan nodded, pointed to the face mask, and explained with a smile:
"Caught a cold, worried about passing it to the children."
Dean Wu suddenly understood and eagerly invited him in, while Qian Kerou and others, disguised as servants, began unloading cotton clothes, charcoal, and food from the carriage.
Zhao Douan used his cold as an excuse not to see the orphans in the courtyard, only chatting with Dean Wu, explaining which parts of this year's sponsorship were on behalf of Jin Jian.
Dean Wu was greatly surprised, not expecting Mr. Lin to also know the young lady who came to donate in previous years.
He asked about Princess Wen Zhu, who had come with Zhao Douan last year, and only nodded when he learned that she had left the Capital.
