The approaching middle-aged man was tall and strong, with a square face that bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Luuo Jiachen.
However, compared to Luuo Jiachen, he exuded more of a leader's authority.
The man's footsteps were hurried, just like the unfading furrow etched on his brow, carrying an air of urgency.
"Greetings, Master Biaan!"
The middle-aged man stepped forward, stopped talking when he saw Biaan Mingyu beside him, suppressed his eagerness, and respectfully saluted the latter.
"Family Head Luuo is too courteous!"
Biaan Mingyu did not dare to put on airs and quickly returned the gesture politely.
"Haha, Master Biaan is here! Cheeng Liang, first let the master sit, do not neglect him! Their mother's illness is not urgent at this moment!"
A hoarse voice came from the direction of the sofa.
An elderly white-haired old man rose from the main seat, and Yaoyao clasped her fists at Biaan Mingyu.
