C1493 You're Late

When Young Master Fan said this, Master Fan, who was standing on the opposite side of the table, firmly looked at him. He didn't immediately nod his head in agreement, nor did he refuse.

It was as if he knew something that made him extremely happy.

Young Master Fan stood there, his extended hand still clenched into a fist in mid-air. He didn't take it back, nor did he take the next step