"Who exactly are you two?"
"I am Zhao Yinghu, son of Zhao Qingshan, the Chief Steward of the Zhou Family in the Capital City. This is my nephew. My family has served the Zhou Family for three generations!"
"Cyan Wood Village has no grudge against your Zhou Family. What is the meaning of this?"
"Zhou Fan is the eldest grandson of the Zhou Family's Patriarch, Zhou Sihai. What do you think is the meaning of this?"
Zhou Fan, who had already left the courtyard in Cyan Wood Village, faintly overheard this exchange. He frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
He vaguely remembered that his grandfather did have a name like that. 'But it's been over twenty years since I left. Why are they only looking for me now?'
'And what about my parents?'
'If they were really looking for me, why didn't my parents come? Why send the son and grandson of some so-called steward to protect me?'
