Just before entering the workshop, Fang Yuan suddenly stopped.
"Aunt Lin Xi. Aunt Yueyao."
The two women turned toward him.
"What is it?" Lin Xi asked.
Fang Yuan lowered his voice.
"When we're inside, don't call me Clan Head."
The two women blinked at his words, but Fang Yuan continued on.
"I don't want to put too much pressure on the artisan."
After all, he was here to observe the man naturally.
If Lu Cheng learned the Clan Head had personally visited him, the poor man might become so nervous that he wouldn't even be able to speak properly.
The two women exchanged a glance and then their expressions became slightly strange.
Fang Yuan noticed it immediately.
"...What?"
The confusion in his voice was genuine but the two women looked away.
"No, no."
Aunt Yueyao coughed lightly.
"It's nothing."
Then she smiled.
"In that case, we'll call you Young Master Shu."
Fang Yuan frowned as he noticed something felt off, very off.
Still, as long as they listened, it was fine.
