Perhaps he had offered to take her home out of self-interest, it would have been even more purposeful if she would allow him into her room and interact once more with this 'Xue'. He sighed and propped a hand underneath his chin, lifting the flask under his private study's lamp. "I suppose I'll put this under important and non-urgent matters."
He stared at the pile of papers neatly arranged in his desk.
"Maybe I should get some secretary, I wonder if she would actually prefer this kind of work over being a tea sommelier—certainly a chance for me to discover more about the situation around her." In the meantime, he stored the flask away and picked up a pen. It was time to do paper work.
The door swung open and he looked up annoyed.
"Young Master, your father—"
Liu Guiren froze, did he hear correctly? He had sent his father a note about the Huli Jing situation, was there any chance that he would tackle it?
