Shen Chi felt stiflingly annoyed by the ordeal, yet the matter seemed to pass. However, some people just couldn't take a hint and insisted on seeking discomfort by provoking him.
"You say that one more time?" Shen Chi raised an eyebrow, his smile intensely unnerving.
Han Kuang sensed something was amiss but nevertheless said, "Chen Yaosi has a nine-year-old son who seems quite suitable. He would match well with our Sisi or Qiaoqiao. You decide whom to arrange the marriage with."
"Who are your Sisi and Qiaoqiao?" Shen Chi asked with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, "General Han Kuang, have you knocked on the wrong door? When you leave, take a left turn and walk for three miles; your granddaughter is over there."
By now, Han Kuang had grown somewhat immune to his son's sarcasm. Although still annoyed, he had learned to reinterpret his younger son's words.
