Yun Bixue stopped and looked at the old man through a curtain of rain. He appeared in good health, and with his pair of sharp and stern eyes, he sized her up as though she was just some merchandise in a store.
Yun Bixue furrowed her brows. She disliked the judgemental and appraising look that was being sent her way, but despite this, her voice was calm as she said, "Yes, I'm Yun Bixue. May I know who you are?"
"Indeed, there's nothing special about you. Very plain."
"Grandfather, if you have nothing else to say to me, I shall take my leave. I'm in a hurry to go home and eat dinner. My husband has prepared a meal and is waiting for me!"
The old man's impassive face scrunched up after hearing her words. His eyes widened as he sneered at her. "You, what did you just say? Your husband cooked for you and is waiting for you at home?"
