"No need. The old man is getting on in years and doesn't drink tea at night. Let's just leave it at that. You're busy, Young Master, no need to see me out," Shan Jingye found an excuse to leave without waiting for the seated man to rise.
Drink tea? What tea? When he had sat down, he hadn't even been offered any tea.
"Since that's the case, then we won't keep you any longer. Uncle Rong, please see Shan Jingye out."
"Mr. Shan, this way, please!" Uncle Rong immediately stood up and invited him with a smile.
"Father, don't you think Huangfu Zheng is too arrogant, too dismissive of others?" After leaving Huangfu Zheng's home, Shan Jingye's face had never cleared up.
Sitting in his car now, he couldn't help but raise his voice.
It was utterly suffocating.
Had Mr. Shan's face ever looked good? At his age, and being somewhat acquainted with Elder Huangfu, he had never received any respect from Huangfu Zheng.
