"So that's it..." Xi Beiyang's face flashed a trace of disappointment, "But why? You were still young when I was born, so why didn't you take me with you?"
"I..." The bewilderment in He Juan's voice was plainly evident, and Xia Wanwan also raised her head in confusion to look at He Juan, whose expression did indeed seem somewhat flustered.
She was nervous? But what was she nervous about? Xia Wanwan didn't understand.
"How can there be so many whys?" The one who spoke was Old Master Xi: "If you weren't taken, then you weren't taken. What reason do you need?"
The Old Master's voice carried a note of anger, but to both Xi Beiyang and Xia Wanwan this anger seemed out of place, Xi Beiyang was puzzled, yet somewhat accustomed to it.
After all, from a young age, many of the things he wanted to know would inexplicably make the Old Master fly off the handle.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, but didn't ask any further.
The meal returned to its former quiet after this interruption.
