About ten minutes later, Grandpa Xu arrived huffily to take his seat.
Apart from nodding to Yan Xiaye, the guest, the old man did not say a word throughout the entire lunch. After finishing his meal, he left in a hurry, still fuming, and it was unclear who the anger was directed at.
Mrs. Xu was left to offer a bemused explanation, "Miss Yan, the old master is just like that. It's not that he's unsatisfied with you, please don't misunderstand."
Yan Xiaye smiled as if nothing was amiss, "Everyone has their bad days, I understand."
Mrs. Xu patted her chest in gratitude, "That's a relief. Jiang Chuan, the driver has parked the car at the door. You should drive Miss Yan around and show her a good time. I've heard she hasn't been to Capital City much, so you should really fulfill the duties of a host."
Jiang Chuan rose elegantly, pulling out the chair for Yan Xiaye, "Let's go, Mom."
