Old Mrs. Lu's face fell at the sound. She rose with a spryness utterly at odds with her age and went into the bedroom, tossing out one last remark as she left: "Tell him I'm dead!"
The door had barely closed when Xin Rong slipped in through the front entrance. His eyes lit up when he spotted Xu Huo. Then he set down the bags and bundles he was carrying, greeted Xu Huo, and called out to the house, "Great-Aunt! Come out quick! I brought you something good. I swear, this time I'm not here to sponge off you!"
Unfortunately, no one inside answered. Xin Rong was used to it. He shot Xu Huo a look, then walked into the hallway and called toward the bedroom, "I brought you a Sub-class Stone. Aren't you going to come take a look?"
"Leave it here and you can go," the old lady replied, still with no intention of coming out.
Xin Rong then started lingering outside the door, chattering on and on until Old Mrs. Lu could take no more. She finally opened the door, her face stern. "I'll believe you one more time."
Xin Rong ingratiatingly helped her out, then sat down with his legs spread wide. "Fang Jie, get me a cup of tea. My mouth's gone dry from talking."
Old Mrs. Lu snatched some fruit off the table and threw it at him. "You dare order my apprentice around!"
Xin Rong chuckled, rubbed the fruit against his clothes, and took a bite. "Great-Aunt, you're always so good to me."
Old Mrs. Lu was already at her wits' end. She turned to Xu Huo. "You see that? If you live long enough, it's best not to take in relatives. One day, some shameless brat from who knows how many generations