The excitement of going shopping had ended in disappointment and a return home.
The next day, Zhang Junyao hurried to the Fuyuan Inn early in the morning to pay respects to his master.
"Rise," said Dugu Chen, seated in a chair as he glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"Thank you, Master," Zhang Junyao stood up, properly took his place to the side, and looked around the room, but did not see the lady of the house.
His every move had not escaped Dugu Chen's sharp eyes. "Let go of your thoughts," he said with piercing gaze.
Zhang Junyao was startled by his master's words, and by the time he recovered, he felt a chill down his spine and had difficulty swallowing his saliva. "Yes."
Seeing him like this, Dugu Chen was satisfied and withdrew his gaze.
'Bang,' the door was flung open from the outside, and a small, green-clad figure came in, her young voice tinged with annoyance, "Dad, what are you dragging your feet for? We've all been waiting for you."
