When he saw Sun Zan, Ling Zhenfei walked over. Sun Zan was seven or eight years older than Ling Zhenfei. While they both came from the same village and recognized each other, they had never interacted much before due to the age difference.
"What are you looking at?" Ling Zhenfei asked as he approached.
Sun Zan had already noticed Ling Zhenfei coming over, so he looked very composed: "Nothing much, I just arrived at the manor and need to get familiar with everything."
"I heard from Uncle Sun that you're planning to stay at the manor from now on?"
Ling Zhenfei asked Sun Zan. From the first glance, Ling Zhenfei found this man somewhat odd, giving the impression of having the face of a typical intellectual.
But his eyes occasionally betrayed a crafty glint, as if scheming and not entirely pure of heart.
Perhaps it was because he had been mixing in society for a long time that he had grown somewhat cunning, which was quite normal, just lacking the simplicity of rural people.
