Wen Qingye sat nonchalantly on a Purple Fragrant Wood chair. Xiaxia stood beside him, one moment bringing him water, the next serving him fruit.
Xia Heng watched from the side, feeling very uncomfortable. He had raised this daughter of his, and not only did she never serve him tea or water, but even getting a simple greeting out of her was a monumental task. Yet now, she was fawning over this boy before him.
Xia Heng glared at Wen Qingye, thinking resentfully, 'Just you wait, kid. I'll make a fool out of you and expose your true colors to Xiaxia.'
Before long, Xiaxia's third uncle, Xia Dong, walked in with an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
The old man's back was stooped, and he frowned the moment he entered. "Xia Heng, what did you call me for? Don't you know I'm researching a new Pill Formula?"
Xia Heng quickly forced a smile. "Elder Yuh, something has come up..."
"What is it? Spit it out. I'm busy," Elder Yuh said impatiently.
