An Ning nodded under Yu the Elder's expectant yet nervous gaze.
"Good, good, I'll go make the arrangements right away..."
Yu the Elder excitedly stood up, but An Ning stopped him.
"Sit."
THUD. Yu the Elder sat ramrod straight, his hands placed on his knees, palms down.
The perfect posture of a primary school student.
An Ning saw this but didn't say anything.
If he was truly to become her disciple, then respecting one's master was the most basic requirement.
"I still need to visit other cities and can't return home for now. I'll call you when I get back."
Hearing this, Yu the Elder immediately understood. He raised his right hand slightly, signaling that he had a question.
"Go ahead."
An Ning had dropped the honorifics, which suddenly put Yu the Elder's heart at ease.
"Teacher An, I'll write down my number for you. If you don't mind, could you leave me your address?"
An Ning had no objection and wrote down her address and the village office's phone number.
