"I told you long ago to move into the retirement home with me, but you didn't listen. Do you realize what a great opportunity you missed?"
"Oh please, a great opportunity at a retirement home..."
"You little brat, what kind of tone is that?"
"Hey, hey, hey? Old man, put down the cane, put it down! We have guests coming, show some dignity..."
Amid the banter of the elderly grandfather and grandson, Cui Baihua and the others had already entered the hotel. To call it a hotel was an overstatement; it was more like a small inn—though particularly tall.
"How many rooms for the three of you?"
The little old man called out loudly, while an elderly man with white hair and a cane sat fuming, huffing and puffing as he glared from a nearby chair.
"Boss, make that three rooms."
The Old Master stepped forward with a smile, and took the opportunity to inquire about the matchmaking martial arts competition at the town entrance and the Gao family.
