As the words fell, a man who appeared to be in his fifties stepped out from the house.
He was extremely tall and thin, with grey hair and a rosy complexion. His vibrant spirit made him stand out from the average person. His face was stern and serious, devoid of any trace of a smile.
"Who among you is looking for me?" Wu Zheng looked at Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang.
"Good day, Dr. Wu!" Feng Qingxue pushed the wheelchair forward as Lu Jiang sat up straight. "My wife and I have dared to intrude uninvited; please accept our apologies," he respectfully bowed to Wu Zheng.
Upon hearing the word "wife," Feng Qingxue's heartstrings were plucked, she didn't even realize how radiant the smile on her face had become.
Lu Jiang, dressed in his uniform, easily won everyone's favor.
Wu Zheng stepped aside, "Come in, let's talk."