"Moyan!" Li Shiming looked at the man who kept kowtowing to him with a head full of grey hair and still recognized that this was his manservant Moyan.
Twenty years had passed, and Moyan, who was about the same age as him, had already begun to show signs of age.
"It is me, young master, the young master still remembers me!" Moyan said with a smile, tears streaming down his face, thought of something, moved aside to open the gate, and said, "Young master, please come in quickly. The old master's health has been very poor recently; he's been talking about the young master!"
Li Shiming smiled and walked through the gate.
Moyan's loud voice had startled several people inside.
Li Shiming saw a middle-aged woman and the young man beside her, just like Moyan's former self. He couldn't help but look towards Moyan.
