Ignoring Huo Jing, Hu Jie stormed into her uncle's house, her anger palpable. With her entrance, the security guard's attempts to stop her were rendered futile.
Huo Jing, taking advantage of the situation, followed her in with an air of nonchalance. The guard, deflated, made no further attempts to intervene.
The two of them entered, one after the other.
In the grand hall, a middle-aged man in his fifties emerged. His hair was slightly grey, and he was dressed in a Zhongshan suit. In his hands, he held two polished walnuts, their sheen reflecting the room's light. He spoke with a strong, healthy voice, showing no signs of illness. "Little Jie is here. Go to the back and have some pastries and tea, rest a bit."
Hu Jie nodded, and despite her resentment towards the old man, she respectfully called out, "Uncle," before heading to the back as instructed.
