Meeting Yin Nanfeng's indignant glare, Zhang Rishan raised a hand to rub his nose, his eyes involuntarily darting away for a moment.
Pulling her a bit closer, he lowered his voice. "Items are put out precisely to attract attention. Don't worry, I won't let them cause trouble here." With that, he glanced up at the balcony, locking eyes with a figure there for a fraction of a second before silently mouthing, "Come sit in my study, Patriarch."
The man upstairs froze, narrowed his eyes slightly at Zhang Rishan, and then had his attention pulled away by the commotion below.
Chapter 900