Zhuu Shu's hand, slowly extended towards his sister, shrank back gradually. It was clear that he too saw the disbelief in his sister's eyes, and the barely concealed disappointment.
He hadn't died, and his sister was very disappointed. His mother must have also been very disappointed.
Giving birth to him, a son with disabled legs, had always been a source of shame for his mother.
"Tsk!"
Beiting Huang stepped forward and patted Zhuu Shu on the shoulder. The Snow Wolf understood and carried Zhuu Shu back two steps. Through telepathy, he comforted Zhuu Shu, "Don't be sad, master will stand up for you."
Beiting Huang let out a loud snort of derision, which many people heard. Zhuu Shu's sister was especially furious, seeing her good-for-nothing brother so obedient to this man made her even angrier. She grasped her riding crop and lashed out at Zhuu Shu, "Since you're still alive, can't you make your own way back? Do you know how worried father was?"
