"Well, I'm staying," he had declared, "and if you have the guts to make me leave, don't be kneeling on the ground now, lower than everyone else and inviting contempt."
"You…"
Wen Yi's calm and light words had suddenly left the boy on the ground speechless.
Did they think he didn't want to stand up? After kneeling for two to three hours, his legs had gone numb, and he couldn't move them at all. How could he possibly get up?
This damned woman, he would let her see what it meant to dare to be the private tutor in Shen Qiyu's house.
His fierce gaze turned to a servant nearby, who hurried over to help him up.
Madam Shen also wanted to help, but the young man rebuked her sharply, "I said, don't touch me with your dirty hands."
So there she was, Madam Shen standing awkwardly aside, watching the servant help the limping young man up the stairs.
Seeing his son head upstairs, Mr. Pei hurried over to grasp Wen Yi's hand, "Thank you, Teacher Wen, I really can't thank you enough."
