"There is really no need for that." Han Ruochen curled her lips and insisted on refusing. She then looked around and asked, "Old Master, can you send someone to call for Brother Muchen? I am not being rude; I just have somewhere else to be." She did not visit her father earlier in the afternoon. Given that her father had the peculiar habit of worrying whether one of his kids had drowned or, worse, been caught by a police officer, she thought that it was time for her to go back home.
As for the person she was supposed to meet, she could only assume that he was not here at the moment.
"Wait," Old Master Xu said, exasperated when he heard Han Ruochen's question. He knew that the woman was looking down at him, but he had no evidence to prove it. If he had a beard, then he was sure that it would be bristling with anger at the moment. Han Ruochen was such an unlikeable lady. She did not know how to please others or to make an elderly man like him happy. She was such a blockhead!
