The Capital's winter was really too cold, even clothes left outside could freeze, but inside the house, the central heating made it a bit warmer.
After Lu Xiaofen returned to the room to prepare for bed, an old and a young figure appeared in the courtyard.
It was the Zhan Family's grandfather and grandson!
"Little friend!" Old Master Zhan shouted from the courtyard.
When Helian Qiao heard the noise, she ran out of the house in her padded jacket. "Grandpa Zhan, what do you need from me?"
"Little friend, happy New Year," Grandpa Zhan said with a nod and a smile.
The little boy stood by his grandfather's side, his face now healed from the holes, looking fair and tender.
Seeing this, Helian Qiao immediately understood. "Grandpa Zhan, are you leaving?"
"Yes, my grandson and I have come to bid you farewell," he replied.
Old Master Zhan nodded kindly: "Zhan Zaiqian has already received the retribution he deserved; it's time for us to leave."