Just one table by itself?
The butler looked at Ji Heng, hesitating a bit. After all, Ji Heng was an elder, and it didn't seem right for him to sit with a bunch of kids.
"It's fine," Ji Heng had never been particular about these things. If not for Bai Lian and the others, he wouldn't have come back to Jiangjing. Seeing the butler's hesitation, he lowered his head and took a drag of his cigarette, "You arrange it like that."
"I'll go back and discuss it with the young lady."
Outside the courtyard gate, Lance and Jiang He were still squatting under the sun umbrella, looking at the newly sown seeds.
The wind outside was actually a bit chilly. He told Jiang He to come in and put on a jacket.
"And Miss Mu Lan," the butler remembered this matter, "made an appointment for next Wednesday to transfer her household registration."
The ordeal of Ji Mulan's household registration went through several twists and turns.
