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Two days later, in the evening, at the Han Family residence.
"Where do you think you're going?" The elder Mr. Han asked sternly, looking at his grandson who had just gotten dressed and was about to head out.
"I'm going to pick up a few of my friends," Han Xiaoxu answered.
"What friends?" Mr. Han said, suddenly adopting a manner of wanting to get to the bottom of things, despite Han Xiaoxu appearing to be in a good mood.
"Friends are friends. Is there a need to categorize them?" Han Xiaoxu didn't want to answer too explicitly because he didn't know how to explain himself; he also didn't understand why the old man, who normally didn't meddle in whom he associated with, was suddenly so insistent on getting details.
"You are not permitted to go." However, the subsequent remark made Han Xiaoxu even more baffled, and he frowned and asked, "Why not?"
