"Hmm, put it down," Nan Sichen commanded, a dry towel in his hand as he wiped his hair, casually adding, "You can go rest."
He Huan was about to leave when He Hua suddenly said with a smile, "Young Master Nan, how about I help you dry your hair? Using the towel will take a while, and the food should be eaten while it's hot."
Upon hearing her, Nan Sichen's eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze turned sharply toward He Hua, his voice cold and fierce, "Get out."
Startled, He Huan quickly went to pull He Hua away.
He Hua, teeth clenched, added, "Then we'll wait right outside the door. Young Master Nan, once you're done eating, call us in to clean up the dishes."
The corners of Nan Sichen's lips curved into a mocking smile as he coolly responded, "Sure."
And so, He Huan and He Hua left.
Standing at the door, He Huan's legs trembled with fear, "He Hua, have you lost your mind? Didn't you see how upset Young Master Nan looked just now?"
