"Uncle Biao! I've missed you so much!" Li Luo rushed into the main hall emotionally. With a single glance, he noticed the shiniest head in the room, which belonged to Ox Biaobiao. His exaggerated build had not changed and he still reminded one of a butcher... If he had a meat cleaver hanging on his waist, the look would be complete.

The sight of him also brought great relief and a sense of safety.

With the Housemeet looming over them, Ox Biaobiao could be considered the only combatant able to fend off a Duke. Perhaps this was his parents’ backup plan all along.

Ox Biaobiao had been speaking with Jiang Qing'e before he heard Li Luo call his name. He hurriedly stood up and glanced in the direction of the youth who was rushing towards him with a benevolent smile on his face. "Young Lord. It has been a while, and you've not only grown more handsome, you’ve even inherited some of your father's gravitas." 

"Uncle Biao! Let's...