Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Chapter 222 Difficult Communication

After a long while, Master Zhao opened his eyes slightly and said, "Qingsheng, you just said you've been here for a while. Why did you only remember to come see me today?"

Oh my god! How could the old man ask such a question? Qingsheng was a little nervous and hurriedly explained that he had been studying martial arts with his master in the Wu Mansion, and his father had also warned him not to go out and have fun, so he had not been able to visit sooner. He begged Master Zhao to forgive him.

The old man said quietly, "Hey, your father didn't even tell you to come and see me." Qingsheng was so nervous that he was sweating. For some reason, his father had never mentioned visiting Master Zhao, but he had to find something to defend his father's etiquette.

Just as he was about to say something, the old man said, "No wonder. He knows that Old Man Wu and I have always had a bad relationship, so he probably doesn't want you youngsters to be caught in the middle. It's nothing."

When the two heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Mr. Zhao also had a reasonable side. That's good. The old man continued:

"Then just tell me. I'm afraid you haven't come to my house just to visit me. If you have anything else to say, feel free to tell me."

Their hearts fluttered, then dropped. This old man really couldn't hide it from him. Since he'd brought it up, they might as well take this opportunity to express it tactfully. However, judging by his current state, he probably wouldn't even notice Li Yimou's problem. They could only find another way forward, as they'd previously planned.

Qingsheng said loudly, "To be honest, Master Zhao, a few of us young people often hold poetry and prose gatherings to improve our knowledge. We'd like to invite Young Master Zhao to join us. I wonder if you would agree?"

Mr. Zhao glanced at his son, blinked, and asked, "Do you think he still looks young? Is he a good poet?"

There was even a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. As Young Master Zhao had mentioned before, he probably disliked his son's daily life of only tinkering with flowers and trees.

Listening to the old man's words, Qingsheng was really at a loss. This was like water that couldn't be poured in. He looked at Ranmo helplessly, meaning, do we need to continue talking? Or should we just say goodbye?

Ran Mo, who had been silent, thought for a while. He didn't know when he would see Mr. Zhao again, so he might as well try his luck and say a few more words to him today.

She bowed to Master Zhao and said, "Master Zhao is truly perceptive. We came here today not only to visit you, but also to seek your advice on a small matter."

Mr. Zhao looked at her and motioned for her to speak. Ran Mo continued, "It's like this. The Xiaoyue City government has recently advocated building harmonious and warm relationships among residents, and especially hopes that wealthy families will take the lead.

Your Mansion and the Wu Mansion are the largest and most affluent mansions in this city. We dare not disturb the old masters and ladies, but we are wondering if the younger generation can visit each other more often, including visiting each other's mansions to communicate and contribute to the harmonious development of Xiaoyue City."

Ran Mo's words were quite grand, but there were some modern words in between, and she didn't know how to replace them with ancient words, so this was the only way.

Mr. Zhao listened silently, seemingly pondering a few of the words. Fortunately, he seemed to understand the general idea, so he asked:

"You want my son to visit the Wu family?" Ran Mo said firmly, "Yes, and let Young Master Wu visit your family as well."

Mr. Zhao didn't expect her answer to be so straightforward, and he said casually, "Well, this is fair." Ran Mo and Qing Sheng both breathed a sigh of relief, for they were afraid that the old man would reject it outright.

Mr. Zhao looked at Ran Mo and asked, "What do you do? Do you practice martial arts with Qingsheng?" Ran Mo thought to himself, you really think highly of me.

I recalled the last time when Mr. Wu belittled me when I introduced my profession to him, and for a moment I was a little unsure whether I should introduce myself truthfully.