"Disrespectful as always." Patriarch Zhao snorted, dismissing the tea house staff with a wave of a hand. His assistant thoughtfully stood behind him, his hand secretly resting on the dagger hidden inside sleeves.
"Respect is earned, and you have done nothing worth to earn it." Si Han countered, noticing caretaker Li Sheng's subtle action of keeping his hand under the sleeve. As if she doesn't know! "I'm violent only when someone targets my kids. Remember it?" she hinted at something.
Patriarch Zhao's mouth twitched. Of course he remembers.
It was the day when Si Han broke her ties with the Zhao family. She left Suyin under the care of her parents and returned to the Zhao's home to fetch their passports. Not surprisingly, his useless youngest son, Zhao Shu, didn't stop his wife from taking the drastic step and just let her take whatever she wanted.
