Fang Han took in Xiao Chen's subtle change in demeanor and sighed inwardly. Outwardly, however, he wore a gentle smile as he stepped forward and clapped Xiao Chen on the shoulder.
"I was passing by the Sub-Branch and thought I'd drop in to see you. What's this? Am I not welcome?"
Sensing the familiar and unchanged warmth in Fang Han's tone, the stiffness in Xiao Chen's heart mostly melted away, and a genuine smile spread across his face.
"Of course not! Senior Brother Fang, I couldn't be happier that you came! Quick, come inside and sit."
He stepped aside, ushering Fang Han into the room.
The room was sparsely furnished, a far cry from the accommodations in the True Inheritance Courtyard. Fang Han couldn't help but be reminded of his own time living in the Sub-Branch.
The two sat down at a wooden table in the room. Xiao Chen bustled about, ready to boil water for tea, but Fang Han stopped him.
