Although Li Changqing's hands were not dirty, he still rubbed them on his clothes before taking the letter.

He sat down on the steps in front of the Wan Shu Tower.

"Great Worshipper, there are chairs here." Yan Botao hurriedly wanted to move a chair over, but Li Changqing waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter, and eagerly opened the letter.

He wanted to see how his adopted son had been doing recently.