Song Huonan chuckled, treating Jiang Xiaobai with extreme kindness.
Not like how he treated Su Qingchen.
Just as Jiang Xiaobai was about to sit by the stone table, suddenly, Su Qingchen cried even louder.
Her voice grew louder and louder.
Jiang Xiaobai was somewhat dumbfounded. What's with this woman?
"Shut up!"
Song Huonan scolded sharply, "Acting improperly every day, do you think that because Xiaobai is here, he will plead for you, so you cry and shout on purpose, right?"
"No, Master, I just suddenly felt so wronged,"
Su Qingchen hurriedly shouted.
"What do you have to feel wronged about? The Taiyi Liangqing Sword Skill I asked you to cultivate, how far have you gotten with it? Hmm?"
"I told you a month ago to study it slowly to get started, and so much time has passed since then, yet you're still the same, no progress at all."
"Tell me, isn't a disciple like you a disgrace to me?"
Song Huonan was beside himself with anger.
