Confused, An Yang looked down at Ca Ruo, who had grabbed him with a dissatisfied expression. What in the world did he want? But having no reason to be particularly angry, An Yang simply kept his level expression as he started at Ca Ruo, who seemed to suddenly sober up a bit as he flinched back and released his hand on An Yang's robe.
With a sheepish expression, Ca Ruo coughed and said, "Er, sorry, sorry." Raising his hand, Ca Ruo lightly brushed off the part of An Yang's robe that he had grabbed onto earlier. Seeing that An Yang's patience was growing thinner, Ca Ruo let out a cough and got to the point.