An Ran’s father, the current Family Head of the An Family of the Capital City, An Shiqing!
Su Luo had already done his howork in advance and had a preliminary understanding of him, but in Su Luo’s imagination, this was supposed to be an unparalleled strong man. However, the scholarly middle-aged man that appeared before him seed more like a university professor, like a scholar.
However, as soon as An Shiqing took a step, he moved like lightning, making Su Luo feel that his vision blurred, as if a residual image flashed by, and then he was already standing close by.
"Girl, you ran off without saying a word, weren’t you afraid we’d worry?"
An Shiqing spoke in an annoyed tone, but there was a hint of indulgence in it, clearly, he wasn’t genuinely reprimanding An Ran.
An Ran walked over and took her father’s hand coquettishly, "Oh, Dad, you have a clear grasp of where I am anyway!"
An Shiqing said, "Don’t think that just because you’re grinning and acting coquettish, I’ll let you do whatever you want."
An Ran raised her hand and pledged, "I’m not ssing around, absolutely not!"
An Shiqing said, "Since you’re not ssing around, where’s the Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng? Do you know that it’s a treasured possession of the family? Even for our An Family, now we only have that one King of dicine!"
An Ran shook An Shiqing’s arm, "Dad, let’s talk about this when we get back ho."
An Shiqing didn’t respond to An Ran.
His gaze was fixed on Su Luo.
Su Luo knew that An Shiqing’s just now words were not intended for An Ran, but for him. He imdiately stepped forward, "Junior Su Luo, has t Elder An!"
An Shiqing said, "Your grandfather and our An Family have so connections. It’s okay for you to call Uncle An."
A thought flickered through Su Luo’s mind.
He hadn’t expected that An Shiqing would directly point out the connections between his grandfather and the An Family.
If it had been before, Su Luo would’ve been unable to resist asking imdiately, but at this mont, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and rely cupped his fist, "Then I will take the liberty of calling you Uncle An."
"Uncle An, the Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng that An Ran took from ho was used on . I’m very sorry, and I will find a way to make it up!" Su Luo said.
Even if he had not t An Shiqing today, Su Luo had planned to do so.
After all, the Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng was stolen from ho by An Ran; he had guessed as much long ago. Therefore, he had already decided to reciprocate with a King of dicine for the An Family in the future.
Having said that, Su Luo took the Jade Box that was beside him and handed it to An Shiqing, "Uncle An, this contains a Five Elents Fruit that is five hundred years old, which could barely be considered a King of dicine. It’s a temporary compensation. In the future, I will obtain another King of dicine that’s over eight hundred years old and return it to the An Family!"
An Shiqing looked at Su Luo with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Having seen countless people, he could of course tell that Su Luo wasn’t simply bluffing or faking, but was sincere about compensating the Five Elents Fruit to him.
Impressive indeed!
However, An Shiqing naturally did not accept it.
He shook his head, "I’ve said earlier, your grandfather and our An Family share deep connections and he has shown kindness to our An Family. Consider that Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng a repaynt for so of his kindness from back then!"
Su Luo frowned slightly.
Was An Shiqing trying to repay his grandfather’s kindness with just one Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng?
What about the other things his grandfather had left at the An Family?
Did they not intend to return them?
He was waiting, but An Shiqing did not ntion the things his grandfather left behind.
"Uncle An, there’s no need! One matter at a ti! What my grandfather owed to the An Family is his business, and using the Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng is my own. Even if you don’t accept this Five Elents Fruit now, I will still definitely return a King of dicine that’s over eight hundred years old to the An Family in the future."
Su Luo stated firmly.
"That’s quite spirited!"
An Shiqing’s gaze deepened as he looked at Su Luo and said.
For a mont, Su Luo couldn’t even discern whether An Shiqing’s comnt was praise or sothing else.
"The An Family won’t fuss over the Eight-Patterned Spiritual Ginseng; if you insist on repaying it, that’s your own business, and naturally, I won’t forcibly stop you!"
"But there’s one thing. I want to speak frankly first and hope you won’t take offense!"
An Shiqing paused and then spoke.
Su Luo’s brow furrowed slightly.
What unpleasant truth?
"Just speak frankly, Uncle An!" Su Luo said.
An Ran’s delicate face colored slightly, seemingly aware of what her father was about to say; she was about to interject to stop him, "Dad..."
However, her voice had barely left her lips when it was already too late.
An Shiqing went straight to the point, "I would like you to maintain your distance from An Ran! The engagent by a pointing of fingers was nothing but a joke back then!"
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