“Welcome, Honored Customer,” a man in the back said. He stood behind a table. “What can I do for you?”
“I need a hanfu for my son here.” Father placed a hand on Wu Jian’s shoulder and pushed him forward. “Dress him in your finest fabrics, something worthy of the future head of the Wu Clan.”
“Th-the Wu Clan?! Of course, sir! Honored Sir! I shall endeavor to make sure only the finest of fabrics and most stylish of cuts are used in your son’s clothing,” the man said with a stutter.
Wu Jian had never thrown out his clan name before, so this was his first time seeing how someone reacted to hearing it. He was amused at how overexaggerated the man acted. Yet Wu Jian also felt uncomfortable. The amount of respect he was being shown didn’t feel like something he had earned, but it was being give
