"Lu... Young Master Lu..."
Zhao Wenrong's smile froze on his face as he stammered, "I..."
"Brother Zhao!" Lu Zheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Last time Brother Zhao mentioned the affair with the female ghost, but didn't detail it. This time it's thanks to you all that I got a full earful."
"Eh?" Zhao Wenrong looked puzzled.
"Brother Zhao is kind-hearted, filled with talent and virtue, truly a model for us all. Last time during the flood, he donated dozens of carts of grain; the folks who received the grain survived and are deeply grateful for Brother Zhao's benevolence!"
Lu Zheng stepped forward two steps, patted Zhao Wenrong's shoulder, raised his eyebrows at him, then nodded to those beside him, and finally turned around, pulling Shen Ying away.
"Brother Zhao, who is this?"
With Lu Zheng's strong presence and Shen Ying's dignified grace, the young people were momentarily stunned. Only after they left did they inquire.
