When Fang Zhao emerged from his great-grandparents' private room, he was greeted with a host of curious stares that scanned him from head to toe. They wanted to know who the hell had commanded the attention of Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother for more than an hour.
"He doesn't look that impressive," someone whispered.
"I've never seen him before. Never heard of him before."
"He looks quite plain. What's so special about him that the two elders chatted with him for such a long time?"
When Second Uncle saw Fang Zhao emerge, he rushed forward and asked, "How come you were in there for so long? Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother weren't angry, were they?"
Second Aunt glared at him. Second Uncle made it sound like Fang Zhao was bound to upset the two elders.
"What kind of mood were they in?" Second Aunt asked.
"A pretty good mood. They were in good spirits," Fang Zhao responded.
