"Nephew, you're here, have a seat." Zhao Deqiu warmly invited An Tianshuo to sit down.
An Tianshuo responded excitedly, but couldn't see the silhouette of Zhao Jiake anywhere. He waited for a bit before he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zhao, isn't Jiake here today?"
Zhao Deqiu was appreciating a set of blue and white porcelain tea sets, and upon hearing An Tianshuo's question, he put down the teacup. "Oh, she's here! But Jiake is currently indisposed, I'm afraid you came here for nothing today."
"What? What happened to Jiake?" An Tianshuo asked worriedly.
He had originally arranged with Zhao Jiake to come here at this time for some good drama. How could she be indisposed?
"Heh!" Zhao Deqiu shook his head. "That's something you'd have to ask her. She's overestimating herself like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—a bit of a lesson would do her good."
