He smiled and said, "Ziglar is an old man. I guess Mr. Roberts wanted to keep him company a little longer. I heard that Ziglar also lives alone on weekdays. Occasionally, his granddaughter comes to see him. The old man is old and likes when the youngsters gather around, it's more lively."
That's true!
I nodded and said, "Okay, will it be held at the tourist attraction site again?"
He nodded. "I'll be bringing some things over, so there won't be much room in my truck. Mr. Roberts and the others will be taking the car, you can follow them!"
"Alright!"
Hugo continued, "By the way, Ziglar heard that you picked the fruits, so he asked for you to head over as well! Go ahead!"
I was stunned. "Didn't we pick a lot just now? Have you all eaten?"
He nodded. "Yes, yes. Evan gave us a big bag. Anyway, we're tired of eating the fruits from the orchard so there's no need to think of us."
After that, I headed over to Ziglar's office.
Upon reaching the door, I heard joyous conversations coming from the room.
It was Ziglar's voice. "Rowane, you are really good at talking. As an old man, I haven't been so happy for a long time."
Rowane replied, "Master Attwood, don't say that. It's an honor for us, youngsters, to be here talking to you. If you're happy, it's a great blessing!"
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