Duan Feihan: "I just got out of the elevator, so I was late answering the phone."
The old ancestor rarely cleared his throat with a slight cough, feeling a bit awkward, but what grand event hadn't he seen after living for so long?
A thousand years ago, during a war that breached the city walls, as enemy troops swarmed in and the common people cried and fled in all directions, he could still sit leisurely at home sipping tea.
Bai Chuwei curled her lips, regaining her usual laziness, and said calmly, "Yeah, exactly as you heard it."
Perhaps the ancestor had thicker skin and didn't show any shyness; on the other hand, Duan Feihan fell into silence.
Seated beside, Duan Xingye: "..." He really shouldn't have asked that question!
Duan Feihan cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Have you finished studying at classmate Xu's place? I'm coming to pick you up for dinner."
