Third Old Master Qiao was overjoyed and found himself developing a more favorable view of Shao Yunduan. He spoke with a friendly smile, "Yunduan, you still care for me."
Shao Yunduan responded, "Officer Qiao, please just address me as Lord Shao. Your words are quite misleading."
Third Old Master Qiao had believed that Shao Yunduan was aware of his struggles in the capital and had come to his aid. Even though Shao Yunduan hadn't explicitly mentioned it, he sensed a degree of concern from his former son-in-law.
Just as he was about to exchange a few more warm sentiments, a figurative bucket of ice-cold water was metaphorically dumped on him.
Shao Yunduan couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the expression of shock on Third Old Master Qiao's face.
Where had he found the audacity to think that this was done for his benefit?
