C168 Bufan Was also a Popinjay

Old Master Hong reclined in his chair, the remnants of anger still etched on his face. Despite his frail health, he exuded a vibrant energy, commanding respect without a word.

Hong Yanruo's eyes, rimmed with red, sparkled with intrigue at the sight of Ye Bufan's entrance. She bit back her questions, however, upon noticing her grandfather's stern demeanor toward the newcomer