The old man snorted coldly and reprimanded the Chief Steward twice.
The Chief Steward listened without saying a word, appearing very submissive.
Chuzheng saw that the old man was reprimanding energetically and had nothing to do with herself, planning to sneak away.
But the old man's gaze shifted and fixated on her: "Stop!"
Chuzheng blinked, looked around, and confirmed that the old man was calling her.
She paused slightly, didn't speak, and just calmly looked at the old man.
"Is this Mo Xiangqiu's adopted daughter?" The old man turned his head and asked Fei Youping.
"Yes, grandpa," Fei Jinxue answered.
Fei Youping also nodded.
"Ha, indeed raised by a small household, without any sense of propriety." The old man began to pick faults: "What did Fei Jiang see in you?"
Chuzheng thought for a moment, still replied, "I fancy him."
Bang—
The old man slammed the chair with his palm.
The momentum and the sound made even Chuzheng's hand ache.
