Han Xiangyu turned her head, glaring intensely at Zhang Xian, her face as black as a pot bottom.
Old Man Han's face was not looking so good either.
He didn't know how many times he had told Zhang Xian not to covet his granddaughter, but the damn fellow wouldn't listen, always teasing and flirting with his precious granddaughter.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Zhang Xian said, "You don't have to know if you don't want to, no one is forcing you. Why do you look constipated?"
Han Xiangyu snapped back: "You are the one who is constipated."
"Cough cough...."
Old Man Han cleared his throat and asked, "Zhang Xian, what's the reason behind your visit to the Three Treasures Hall?"
"I am here to vent."