Henderson sat on the chair and tapped the armrest impatiently. "Why haven't you come yet?"
Brinton immediately said, "At your age, you should walk slowly."
Henderson said, "I'm in a hurry for Jackie's award ceremony."
"I'll ask someone to hurry up." When Brinton was about to leave, she had already arrived.
It was a 60-year-old man with white hair on the temples. He could not see clearly and could only rely on others to support him.
She raised her head and glanced at Henderson. This old man, who usually watched TV with great difficulty, immediately recognized him. His voice trembled as he said, "...Big Master..."
"Aunt Zou, it's been more than ten years since we last met. How's your health?" Henderson asked.
"..." Aunt Zou let out a sigh. "...Before Madam passed away,
