Zhou Shichou appeared somewhat uneasy, hesitatingly saying, "So Brother Tian is also here."
Tian Lin was taken aback by his words, unable to help asking in confusion, "Isn't Senior Brother Zhou here to find me?"
Zhou Shichou quickly shook his head, "No, no—in fact, I mean, I am indeed here to see Brother Tian."
Tian Lin thought for a moment, and he roughly understood Zhou Shichou's character.
He stepped aside, inviting Zhou Shichou into the house, not bothering to prepare any hot water.
"What does Senior Brother Zhou need from me?"
Tian Lin poured a cup of tea for Zhou Shichou, but the large man stood awkwardly at the table, turning away without uttering a word.
Seeing this, Tian Lin flicked his finger, and the brightness of the oil lamp immediately dimmed.
With the room now dimmer, Tian Lin noticed that Zhou Shichou seemed visibly more relaxed.
He sat down by the table, holding the cup without drinking, and spoke in a rough voice,
