Hua Dexing was attired in a blue shirt with his hair neatly combed, and he looked an imposing man, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and streaks of white hair that told his age. His son, Hua Xiaorong, was dressed more casually, looking a little sloven, and he carried himself with the air of a playboy.
At the precise moment that Xiao Dexing mentioned the loan, Hua Heying stepped into the house, having just gotten back from the farm. She looked like she'd been working at the farm and even had some mud on her clothes.
"Brother Dexing, Xiaorong!"
Hua Heying greeted Hua Dexing and Hua Xiaorong warmly.
"Heying, why have you come back alone? Where's Zhiyuan?" Hua Dexing asked.
"There's a group of people working on the farm right now, he wants to be there to watch over them so that they do not cut corners. So I came back alone," Hua Heying replied, smiling.
Hua Dexing chuckled and said, "Does he still hate me?"
