"He'll come back when it's time," Old Master Lian said in a deep voice.
Perhaps sensing that Old Master Lian's expression was off, Lady Zhou didn't continue to press further.
Lian Manman placed the dishes on Old Master Lian's table and spoke a few words before returning to the West Wing Room. After dinner, Lian Shouren still hadn't returned.
When Lian Manman went out to collect firewood, she saw Old Master Lian standing in the middle of the courtyard, one hand behind his back and the other holding a tobacco pipe, puffing on the dry tobacco. By this time, it was getting dark, and Old Master Lian's face, shrouded in smoke, was inscrutable. But anyone could sense that Old Master Lian was in a terrible mood and growing more and more anxious.