"How is this anything like a gentleman? It's more like a little girl." Zhang Shuying complained.
Zhang Zidao stroked his non-existent beard with a look of understanding, "Oh, you mean like a gentleman as precious as jade, right? Like the one who refines and polishes."
"I give up, I give up. It's a pity no one wants me, and I can't find a wife. Both Uncle Che and your wishes have fallen through!" Zhang Shuying lay down on the iron bed, looking resigned.
Zhang Zidao stroked his chin and smiled faintly, "Wanwan, you and Ah Che go back first. I'll come find you tomorrow; right now, I have something to talk about with this kid."
"Don't bother, I've got nothing to talk about with you. Just keep me locked up; lock me up for as long as you want." Zhang Shuying said, crossing his legs.
Both Zhang Che and I nodded and left this eerie prison.
Outside, Zhang Che and I walked side by side.
"Uncle Che, was the matter with Master handled smoothly?" I asked Zhang Che.
