He lowered his eyes to look at the hand clutching him. His lips frowned and his thick lashes drooped, perfectly hiding any playfulness in his eyes.
"Grandpa, this is the staff you've trained?" Youyou coldly regarded the chauffeur in his peripheral view and asked indifferently, "Ordering your staff to trouble a child, aren't you afraid of losing your dignity?"
The elderly man gazed profoundly at him for a while before spinning his head around and waved his hand at the chauffeur. "Hai, don't be disrespectful!"
The chauffeur realized his intention with that gesture and promptly retracted his hand.
Youyou tidied up his sleeve, which got crumpled by the chauffeur's hold just then, and turned to leave.
The elderly man watched the child's departing figure in a trance. He knitted his brows and pursed his lips.
"Sir…"
