Han Ping was still sitting in the hall.
His long fingers played with the tea cup, looking thoughtful.
Liu Xiruo softly called out, "Uncle Han."
Han Ping drank a sip of tea and asked, "Has Zhou Huo left?"
Liu Xiruo responded with a hum, came over to extinguish the cigarette by his side, and said with concern, "Smoking too much isn't good."
Just then a servant came to ask, "Sir, what would you like for dinner?"
Liu Xiruo knew that Han Ping and his wife were living apart.
She smiled softly, "I can make a couple of dishes for Uncle Han!"
The servant rubbed the apron, staying silent, only looking steadily at their master.
Han Ping glanced up at Liu Xiruo and then smiled slightly, "It's getting late. Xiruo, you'd better go home early and accompany Shaojun! I'm not eating at home."
Liu Xiruo's expression froze.
She then asked him where he was going to eat, if he had any social engagements.
