He opens the door, having dressed down from work. Jiang Cheng is just in dark grey slacks and the maroon button down today with the sleeves rolled up to his upper forearms and the first few buttons unbuttoned. He doesn't say a word and steps aside to let Sizhui in. He shuts the door behind the young man. Firm, Jiang Cheng. You've got to be firm.

"Young master Lan, there are a lot of rules at Cloud Recesses," he begins.