"An Chi, stop it. I brought Mr. Ju Xian here to have fun and get to know you, not to be treated like a criminal being interrogated," Anming interrupted the man, rebuking him for the umpteenth time.
"No problem, Mr. Anming. I'm fine," said Xiao Ara.
"We'd better go back home, Mr. Ju Xian. It's getting very late, Mr. Rui ordered me to take you to see him tomorrow morning," Anming said. The man was talking to Ju Xian, but his eyes were fixed on An Chi.
Xiao Ara rose from her position. "Well, it's up to you, Mr. Anming," said the girl.
On the way home, Anming felt sorry for Mr. Ju Xian.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ju Xian. Because of my invitation, you were belittled and treated like before," Anming said.
"No problem, sir. I can understand. After all, it's not a big deal, so you don't need to apologize," Xiao Ara replied.
"Okay, thanks. How about you just call me by my name? Just call me Anming. I thought we might be the same age."
