Finally, dinner ended. Huo Zhexi was the first to push his bowl and chopsticks aside and leave.
The old Master Huo solemnly spoke, "Ashen, come to the study with me."
"We've already said there's no talking about business in the house. Can't you be a little considerate at this late hour?" the old Madame Huo was very unhappy.
Master Huo was truly fed up with his wife, but he didn't want to argue in front of the younger generation. He could only give her a fierce look, and stomp off.
Huo Jingshen put down the napkin, he told Su Wanwan, "You can go back to the room first."
Su Wanwan had just stood up.
"Clean yourself up and wait for me."
Su Wanwan froze on the spot, her face turning as red as a monkey's bottom.
Damn it!
Can't this guy stop speaking so seriously when he's saying things that are easily misunderstood?
With Madame Huo's ambiguous gaze on her, Su Wanwan tried to explain, "Uh, what he meant was that he's going to change the dressing on my leg later."
