"Where is she?" the old man asked with an almost guttural voice, trying to get Madam Shen's attention who was busy making preparations for the closing speech for the night.
Lifting her eyes from the paper she was reading, Madam Shen took notice of the difference that happened to the man she hadn't seen for years. Master Sun's face was timeworn and was wrinkled. His tailored suit trumpeted wealth and refinement.
The light coming from chandeliers illuminated his tired, worn face, wrinkles boring deeply into his skin. His expression was of frustration and fatigue. The world seemed no place for this man as if he had had enough. His listless eyes always watching, observing everything around him.
"Master Sun, it's been a long time," she greeted. She was aware of what he wanted but refuse to satisfy his curiosity.
"Where is she?" Master Sun repeated. He didn't have time for pleasantries and only wanted to know what was his granddaughter's condition.
