"You, kid, finally know how to come back!"
The flamboyant man in white, holding a folding fan, stepped forward and gave Lou Yi a hard punch.
With big eyes, a high forehead, a wide chin, and always waving a folding fan in front of him, even in winter, who else but the long-unseen Zhan Weida?
"Hearing you're getting married, I rushed back overnight."
Lou Yi looked at the woman not far behind Zhan Weida, whose appearance was delicate and pretty, wearing loose white clothes, but couldn't conceal her slightly bulging belly.
"Xu Yun, is she...?" Lou Yi asked in surprise.
"We were supposed to get married last year, but waited for you until now." Zhan Weida said discontentedly.
"Alright, alright, I'll definitely make it up to you." Lou Yi smiled as he walked towards other acquaintances.
"Uncle."
The elder whom Lou Yi called "Uncle" had disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, barefoot on the ground. He was the seasoned Martial Artist, Old Man Shi.
