An old man with a head full of silver hair descended from the sky. After just a single glance at the tense crowd on the verge of drawing blades, he casually started chatting about home affairs with Hur Chimei as if nothing was happening.
"Little Chimei girl, how's your father doing? That explosive temper of his, has he changed it at all?" The Fox Clan Supreme Third Elder, the moment he landed, began rubbing Hur Chimei's hair with extreme fondness; their familiarity couldn't be any deeper.
Watching this scene, Hu Buding's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, but if one looked closely, there was still a hint of vicious gloom in his eyes.
"Grandpa Tu, my father, the old man, is doing fine. Thanks to your persuasion, his temper has reined in quite a bit over these years, though he still has the occasional explosive outburst." Hur Chimei answered with a smile.
