Han Yichen felt a bit awkward. He had only met with Elder Zhai, and that too a handful of times; thus, asking him to sit in front of Old Master Zhai was similar to asking him to sit in front of the prime minister. He couldn't move a single finger and could only smile awkwardly.
"Where is Xiao Meng?" Old Master Zhai noticed that Han Yichen was not feeling well and couldn't help but make some small talk. However, as soon as he asked about Meng Yunhan, the entire living room turned cold as if someone had poured chilled water on the heads of the Han family members.
