When he was sober, the old master would grab things to throw at Qing Yan.
When he was confused, he could not recognize anyone and would just toss around like an old child.
"Qing Yan, she…"
"Young Master. Lady Qing Yan is still the same as usual. No matter how the old master treats her, she still serves him well—preparing meals and feeding him medicine. She even visits many places to buy the spirit herbs for him just to make him feel better."
Mu Ling's heart suddenly hurt, and his eyes were filled with sympathy. "She has suffered all these years. I often come here to wait for Suyi. Yet, she has no complaints about it and continues serving my father at home, but Father…"
If it was not for that incident, maybe his father would not have hated Qing Yan so much.
