Quan Jinbei glowered upon hearing Shen Antai's comments.
"Is your grandson good-looking? Even if he's good-looking, is he more attractive than me?"
Shen Antai replied defiantly, "Who said he's not as good-looking as you? Besides, how old are you? My master, Shi Yaoguang, is in the prime of youth, the most beautiful time in life. She should be experiencing a pure romance at her age, not marrying an old man like you!"
The "old man" Quan Jinbei, only six years older than Shi Yaoguang, clenched his molars and said unpleasantly, "Don't be too sure of yourself. Calling my wife your master? Has my wife acknowledged you?"
Shen Antai's face suddenly fell.
That's right.
The immediate priority wasn't to fuss over the master's lifelong matters.
The most critical issue was his own request to become a disciple!
With this realization, the old man instantly changed his tactics.
He looked at Shi Yaoguang with a mix of snot and tears, lamenting in a pitiable tone, "Master..."
