"You would have tried to run away by all means if you knew in advance, wouldn't you?" Catherine sat down on the cushion next to Shen Mochen.
"..."
Shen Mochen was silent. Damn, you're good at reading people!
In fact, that was why Catherine had dragged him upstairs; if they had talked any more, who knew what Shen Mochen might have done to try to escape.
"When gods fight, spare the mortals!" Shen Mochen wailed.
"Actually, I didn't know he would be back today until after I had taken a bath. I didn't mean for it to be like this," Catherine said softly, hugging her knees. "Do me a favor."
Shen Mochen sighed, "I have a bad feeling about this, but go ahead, what do you need?"
Catherine asked, "What kind of person do you think my father is?"
"Tall, burly, and handsome..."
"I want to hear the truth. I don't like him either, so you won't offend me with your candid thoughts."
Shen Mochen thought for a moment: "To be honest... I don't really like him."
"Why?"
"...Arrogant."
