The Chu residence.
After Ji Huaijin left, Su Xingchen was also shown out, his face pale.
Old Master Chu had weathered more than his share of storms. Humiliated in front of everyone by a member of the younger generation, his expression darkened for only a moment before returning to normal.
The atmosphere had cooled, but within moments, it grew lively again.
The festivities lasted half the evening, and by a little after nine, the guests had all dispersed.
Once the last guest had left, Old Master Chu could no longer keep the smile on his face. His guard helped him sit down.
Age had caught up with him, after all. Worn out by an entire day of noisy festivities, Old Master Chu rubbed between his brows and asked, "Is that brat still making a fuss?"
The guard brought him a cup of tea. "The young master has already gone to bed."
Old Master Chu snorted. "As if he'd settle down that easily!"
He was probably plotting his next move, getting ready to put someone through the wringer.
The guard lowered his eyes and remained silent.
He had served General Chu for years. He might not understand him completely, but he certainly knew his own place.
Whatever the grandfather and grandson wanted to fight about was their business. As a subordinate, he was better off staying out of it.
"Oh, right."
Old Master Chu lowered his hand. His gaze turned sharp and his bearing imposing, a far cry from the kindly old man he had been earlier.
"Where's the gift Huaijin brought? Bring it here."
The guard paused. He didn't quite understand. The Ji Family was certainly a force to be reckoned with, but Ji Huaijin was still a junior. How did he dare behave so arrogantly?
Yes, arrogance was how