Ling Zhenfei walked along the courtyard wall to the front; the writing was designed in a very simple and dignified style,
with two rows of beautiful landscape trees at the entrance, making it look very pretty.
He walked over and gently tapped on the courtyard door, and soon someone came to open it.
The door opened, and out came a young man who looked about twenty years old.
"Who are you looking for?" the young man asked.
Ling Zhenfei asked, "Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Xue Mingtang's residence?"
The man sized up Ling Zhenfei and said, "That's right, who are you?"
Ling Zhenfei replied, "My surname is Ling. I'm wondering if Mr. Xue is at home; I have something to discuss with him."
The young man said, "Then please wait a moment, I'll go report to him."
The door closed again, and the young man went inside, leaving Ling Zhenfei outside.
Ling Zhenfei felt helpless, as if he had traveled back in time.
