Wan Chu'er ignored him and walked ahead next to Old Sir Zhong.
This old man has pretty good legs, doesn't limp or anything, why would a perfectly fine person sit in a wheelchair, it's really baffling.
"How's your sword dance coming along?" Old Sir Zhong asked.
"Oh," Wan Chu'er laughed, "I won first place at the school's welcome party and got a prize of US$ 5,000."
Seeing Wan Chu'er's proud expression, Old Sir Zhong silently thought to himself, what an easily satisfied young girl.
Wan Chu'er said, "Thanks to your guidance, that US$ 5,000 includes a bit of your help."
Old Sir Zhong nodded his head, without saying much.
The two continued walking, Old Sir Zhong leaned on an old tree and said, "The foot of the mountain is bustling, why aren't you celebrating the New Year with your family, young girl?"
Wan Chu'er smiled, not wanting to discuss her family situation. Should she say she was all alone with no one to celebrate the New Year with anyway?
