"Not wasting anything—it's just my duty." Yu Zhi hurriedly supported him, worrying that standing too long might hurt his feet, and helped him back into the chair.
She glanced at the lidded tea set on the table and softly pointed toward the gift box, asking, "Would you like to open it now and have a look? If it's not to your taste, I can go exchange it."
"Alright, alright!" Xu Zhen leaned his cane by the table and began unwrapping the gift box himself.
The attention of this old man and young girl was entirely fixed on the tea leaves, as if they could never run out of things to discuss. They completely forgot the presence of the three grown men standing behind them.
Shi Wei didn't mind being overlooked; he calmly found a seat and, without blinking, gazed at the side profile of the young woman, tracing the contours of her face with his eyes.
