"You seem to be in a very bad mood," said Haoran, leaning back into the woven frame of a comfortable rattan chair.
He stretched his legs out casually, occasionally flicking his wrist to toss a small handful of golden spiritual seeds toward the immobile, paralyzed figure of Elder Mu sitting nearby.
Within seconds, a fluttering flock of colorful sparrows descended upon the old man's motionless form, chirping brightly as they aggressively pecked the fallen seeds from his shoulders, lap, and the surrounding ground.
Ye Hongyan nodded in agreement from her spot at the side, her sharp, elegant brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
"Yeah," she admitted, letting out a frustrated sigh that carried days of pent-up irritation. "My father has been constantly trying to call us back for a banquet. Apparently, that man learned about our relationship and wanted to meet you."
