"Change what?"
"Those who come are guests. Someone, order some food to be prepared. Today, I want Master Fang to stay for dinner." Jiang Huaian shook his head, and his eyes became clearer.
"If you don't want to be my brother, then so be it. You were angry with me last time." Jiang Huaian felt a little wronged.
However, when he remembered that the other party was a general of hussars and a boorish old man, it was fine.
Lord Fang wanted to say something but hesitated. He followed behind him and sighed deeply.
He stole a glance at the backyard, but then retracted his gaze.
When they arrived at the study, a servant girl happened to bring a bowl of white fungus soup.
"Old Master, this is the sweet soup that Old Madam sent you. Just now, Furen also sent some hangover soup…"
Jiang Huaian waved his hand and took the soup.
The bowl of sweet soup was placed on the side.
Lord Fang glanced at him and sat upright with a serious expression.
