His father was still sitting on the broken chair beside the table, with a tall man in a loose black robe standing beside him. Under the dim light, it seemed that there was a trace of black air coming from that person.
"It's what it should be. It's finally here." Her father smiled bitterly and picked up the teacup on the table and drank some water. "Aren't you going to sit?"
"No need." The tall man in the black robe sounded very dull and hoarse, which was a little scary in such an environment. "Mr. Zhao, I think we should set off?"
His father still smiled and said, "What's the hurry? Didn't we agree on Xiaoqiu's birthday? It's not 12 o'clock yet. It should still be okay, right?"
"Mr. Zhao, I hope you understand, even if you want to stall for time..."
"I've been thinking." His father in
