Han Xiyuan clicked his tongue but said nothing.
Yet his eyes were filled with a gloom that didn't match his delicate exterior.
If he could choose, he'd rather not be a Han.
The blood in his veins wasn't from the Han Family.
But he had no choice.
Yu Shuo walked up to him, patting his shoulder: "Alright, with that little face all scrunched up, people might think I bullied you. Be careful with your words next time, and don't end up scolding yourself in circles."
Han Xiyuan hung his shoulders, his expression listless, ignoring him.
A low laugh escaped Yu Shuo: "I'll give you two days off starting tomorrow, feel free to enjoy yourself."
"Really?!" Han Xiyuan jumped up excitedly, his eyes sparkling.
"If you wish it were false, you can pretend I never said it."
"How could that be! A master's word is as reliable as a four-horse chariot!"
Han Xiyuan's face was full of smiles, his eyes curved from laughter.
