Liang Yunsheng didn't care about Yin Junze anymore. Jing Xiaxi followed behind Liang Yunsheng.
Fortunately, things weren't as bad as they had imagined. It was just a mess of things on the ground. It was obvious that Old Master Yin had grabbed them randomly from his hands and thrown them at Yin Qianchen.
When they entered the study, they saw this scene.
Yin Qianchen's hands were in his pockets. He bent down and leaned his upper body forward, close to Yin Xiao's ear. He bit deeply and his brows were tightly knitted. He raised his brows slightly.
It was as if he had said something fierce.
He must have sensed that someone had come in from behind.
Yin Qianchen didn't get angry over the person who had suddenly barged in behind him. He slowly straightened his body and snorted lightly, "I hope Master Yin has heard what I said. I won't say the same thing twice."
"You! Unfilial son! This is how you treat... Yin Qianchen!" Yin Xiao said.
Jing Xiaxi quickly ran behind the old man and gently touched his back to help him breathe. She looked at Yin Qianchen and said, "Third young master, just don't say too much."
Liang Yunsheng came forward and gently pulled on the corner of Yin Qianchen's shirt.
Yin Qianchen turned his head and looked at her indifferently. He gently touched her head with one hand and said, "Let's go..."
"Ah, yes, okay!" Liang Yunsheng nodded.
Yin Qianchen held her hand and went downstairs, ignoring Yin Xiao, who was still angry, and Yin Junze behind them.
"What just happened?" Liang Yunsheng didn't know if she could follow him and ask these questions, but she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Nothing, I just gave him a little warning." Yin Qianchen shook his head gently.
"Are you going home now?" Liang Yunsheng asked again.
She thought the answer should be so certain, but Yin Qianchen's words surprised her.
"Later. Let's do something." Yin Qianchen used his left hand to hold Liang Yunsheng's right hand.
Liang Yunsheng was stunned. She felt that holding his hand was a little strange, so she quickly held Yin Qianchen's hand and opened his palm. She saw that there was a shallow but very long wound on his palm.
"We're not doing anything now! We have to quickly treat your wound! What's going on?" Liang Yunsheng was a little anxious.
However, the injured person wasn't as nervous as she was. Yin Qianchen pursed his lips lightly and turned his palm around to cover the wound.
"When the old man threw the first vase at me, I wasn't prepared. I used my hand to block it and accidentally hurt myself." Yin Qianchen didn't care at all.
"Don't you need to be treated? Don't you feel any pain?" He wasn't anxious, but Liang Yunsheng was. This wound wasn't small. Why did it seem like he didn't feel any pain at all!
"It doesn't matter. We'll talk about it when we get back..." At this time, the two of them had just turned down the stairs and arrived at the junction between the hall on the ground floor and the second floor.
The hall was playing slow waltz music. Yin Qianchen seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said indifferently, "Why don't we go back after this dance?"