On the way to the residence, Wen Wanzi felt a surge of anger, though she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason.
Bao Yancheng, on the other hand, was in high spirits, almost ready to hum a tune.
Wen Wanzi glanced at him, "What's got you so happy? Don't think I didn't notice how nervous you were earlier, unable to even open the tea canister."
At this moment, Bao Yancheng appeared relaxed, his tone carrying a hint of laughter, as he rubbed the hand of Wen Wanzi that he held in his pocket.
"Meeting the elders, of course, I'm nervous. Besides, it was a first meeting with a request involved. It's normal to feel anxious."
Wen Wanzi was too lazy to respond, quickening her pace into the courtyard gate.
She wanted to draw her hand back, but had to admit, Bao Yancheng's pocket was quite warm...
With a bit of admiration, the man softly spoke, "Wanzhi, seeing how you faced off against Granny, you truly have a touch of the Family Head's demeanor."