The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

There were no empty seats in the wine shop and teahouse in Bailan City, and the shouts of vendors on both sides of the street rose and fell.

On the second floor of a restaurant, at a table by the window, Lu Shenxing held his head to look at the bustling market, while Ning Que on the opposite side looked at him.

"Big brother, food doesn't match your appetite?"

"It's spicy."

Ning Que's eyebrows wrinkled, how could he still feel weak.

Seeing a man dressed as a talented man holding a child passing by, Lu Shenxing opened his eyes and blurted out, "Wei Jian!"

The man stopped and glanced suspiciously at the strange, luxuriously dressed stranger, "This son, do you know my father?"

Lu Shenxing's complexion changed slightly, "He has had several fate, how is he?"

"My father passed away more than 40 years ago."

Watching Wei Jian's descendants go downstairs and leave, Lu Shenxing's heart is quite emotional. He has been in the house for a hundred years and the personnel are no longer there.

Ning Que, who was about to eat some food, suddenly retched.

Lu Shenxing frowned, "What's wrong?"

Suppressing the nausea that turned up, Ning Que shook his head, "It's fine."