Wen Lao sipped the warm water from his cup and glanced at Jiu Yi, making a statement:
"It's normal for me to favor her. If I ever started to favor you like that, then I'd really be senile."
Jiu Yi choked inwardly but retorted without conceding, "I think you're already getting senile..."
"What did you say?" Wen Lao's stern gaze swept over, and his silver eyebrows furrowed slightly.
In the past decade, his image had always loomed large in Jiu Yi's heart, like a mountain, even surpassing the respect he had for Grandpa Jiu.
Thus, when Wen Lao showed even a slight sign of anger, Jiu Yi immediately mellowed and lost all the wildness he had shown before.
The butler, Lin, watched this scene from a distance, shaking his head and chuckling to himself; he hadn't expected that Doctor Jiu would also have a moment of being the mouse in the presence of a cat.
The twilight gradually deepened outside the window.
