"Yes, Grandfather," Shen Mosheng stood up, the movement pulling at the wound on his body, causing his brows to furrow in pain.
Old Master Shen's heart skipped a beat as well, he wanted to ask if Mosheng needed to see a doctor, but he couldn't swallow his pride to do so.
Watching Shen Mosheng leave without looking back, that surge of irritation rose again, and he abruptly stood up and bellowed.
"Wait a minute."
"Grandfather, do you have any other orders?"
"Call Han Yingying in."
Shen Mosheng frowned, his face full of disapproval as he looked at him, "Grandfather, Yingying is a girl; she can't withstand flogging."
Old Master Shen was so angry that his beard bristled, and his eyes bulged, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do I look like someone who would lay a hand on a little girl?"
"Forcing her away from me isn't honorable either."
"You..."
"Grandfather, Yingying is afraid of you and doesn't want to see you. Please don't scare her."
