She slightly frowned.
"Fan Yushu."
Yu Huaijin gently spoke, yet his voice carried far.
At the corner, Fan Yushu, who was humming a tune with his hands clasped behind his back, just turned the bend when he saw a formidable lady and immediately, without thinking, turned around to walk away, intending to retreat back to the corner. Hearing Yu Huaijin's calm voice, his silhouette suddenly shuddered and he stopped in his tracks.
It seemed he struggled for a while, but in the end, he dared not pretend he hadn't heard and sneak off. Fan Yushu's shoulders sagged, his head hung low, and languidly he turned around. Under the diverse gazes of Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong, among others, he approached the door of Shuaixing Hall.
With drooping eyelids, Fan Yushu passed by Zhao Rong without greeting him right away, but instead stood firm in front of Yu Huaijin and gave a quick and practiced bow.
"Hello, Senior Yu."
