Hearing the clatter coming from downstairs, quite a few people immediately turned their attention to the staircase entrance.
Yang Zhen was also interested in observing this little fan he had never met before, curious to see what kind of person he was.
Judging from the clattering sound, this little fan was a free-spirited, headstrong individual. However, Yang Zhen wondered if he might be a bit rash.
Master Tie's face was ghastly, glaring angrily at the staircase as if he was seriously displeased with this grandchild of his.
But this wasn't hard to understand, a grandfather so traditional and stubborn, ended up having such a passionate and headstrong grandson. It'd be strange if he was satisfied.
Anyway, with nothing else to do, Yang Zhen just sat idly sipping his fragrant tea. But as he saw a person rush up from the staircase entrance, his eyes bulged wide open. He couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of tea all over Master Tie's face.