The bird in the cage behaved like a normal bird, even if it was metal, at least as far as could be seen at this moment. Of anything else in the house, that was probably the most telling sign of at least one other occupant of the house if he knew anything about the proclivities of Jiang Cheng's peers.

Jiang Cheng disappeared for just a moment, returning with a pot of tea and two cups. Setting it on the table, he poured the tea and offered his father the first cup before pouring another.

"Do you have any questions?"

About this place or anything.