"Stop fooling around! You can't just tack on titles like that. Creation from Nothing, that's rude." He Chong rebuked him first, though there was no particular anger on his face.
Kids these days were born knowing how to read faces. Even a rascal like He Dongliang had some skill at it. With something to rely on, he showed all the fearlessness of a newborn calf.
"I'm only saying it at home. It makes us seem closer. It'd only be rude if Sister Yueyin got mad... Aren't we talking about me taking a master? If you want to take a master, shouldn't you get friendly first?"
He Chong really was not angry. He merely shifted his gaze. "Children change their minds on a whim, but your eye for people isn't bad. What about you?"
"...Me?"
He Donglou had just swallowed back a chuckle when he saw the old man's eyes settle on him, locking onto his position. Naturally, he felt nervous. He was also baffled. How had this gotten tangled up with him again?
"You." He Chong crooked a finger at his foppish grandson by the door, beckoning him into the room. "You're up unusually early. Let's have a chat, just the two of us."
He Donglou went forward in a daze. After two steps, he suddenly came to his senses.
It seemed he really could not stay out of this! Among the He family's third generation, aside from He Yueyin, he really was the one who had more frequent contact with Ronan's side.
What could he do when the old man asked him? He could only step closer and say what he knew. "Well, that guy's pretty mysterious. In normal dealings, he's fairly decent, I guess. He doesn't have any bad intentions..."
After the Blood Intent Ring Bracelet appeared, He