When the old hunch-backed woman brought in a tray of biscuits, she paused at the threshold upon noticing the tension in the room. She didn't know what had ensued in her absence, but the Master looked extremely pissed off.
Xiajun caught her eye and waved her away. With a flea in her ear, she turned on her heel and head back, knowing it was not a good time to disturb him and the new visitor, whom she speculated with suspicion.
Meanwhile Xiajun rested his elbows on his knees and studied Fa Haoran intently, who was looking very flustered, looking for ways to respond.
"You seem to be at a loss for words," Xiajun pointed out. "I heard you murdered your own parents. How about we talk about that?"
Fa Haoran gave an angry scoff. "I can not believe you would think that, when CLEARLY, I was charged with manslaughter. I didn't think it would kill them. I didn't know what a harmless prank would amount itself to."