"Uncle Master, I speak to you courteously because of my respect for you as my uncle," Tuya finally lost her patience and said with indignation. "If you persist in this wearisome behavior, don't blame me for reporting everything that happened during these days to Master once he leaves seclusion."
"Tuya, I mean well too. Since you truly do not wish so, I will not insist," Xing Rong, clearly wary of Tuya's master mentioned, gave in immediately.
"Farewell," Tuya bowed with her fists clasped, turned around, went back to her room, and shut the door.
Xing Rong watched this scene, the smile on his lips slowly fading into a sneer.
"Tch, the same as your master?" he spat lightly, turned, and left with his hands behind his back.
Yuan Ming watched his departing figure, a frown tightening on his face.
"He was clearly already refused, yet he persisted—such a person is truly lacking in grace," Xi Ying said with disdain, as if recalling something.
