Han Ye stared at Luo Guangying for a moment before asking, "Did you talk to that... old man?"
Not to his surprise, Luo Guangying walked to the cabinet where they kept the cups as he said, "No."
His tone was very suspicious, but Han Ye did not pry further. He had enough on his plates to worry about another man. Besides, who was he to worry about this man? This man had his own lover.
Han Ye watched as Luo Guangying poured two cups of juice out before putting throwing the empty bottle of fresh orange juice into the trash can.
The latter placed a cup in front of Han Ye as he said, "We tried to talk to him, but Callum and him just ended up in a shouting match."
Luo Guangying took a sip of his orange juice before he added, "Luckily, Shenlong Feihuang was at home that night. Otherwise, it would have been a wasted trip."
Han Ye nodded. He took his cup and made a cheer motion before saying, "Thanks for the help."
