"I am not wronged, this is as it should be," Xiao Qinghe said with an indifferent smile.
Xiao Chonghuan's sharp eyes swept over Xiao Qinghe, "I presume you are Xiao Hai's fourth son, Xiao Qinghe?"
"Indeed," Qinghe replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Greetings, Master Xiao."
"Mm." Xiao Chonghuan gave a slight nod, acknowledging him.
Shen Yun looked at Qinghe's both legs, "He's a good child, pity about the legs... Nevertheless, I heard you've learned medicine and have some medical skill to depend on, which is something to fall back on."
Qinghe glanced at Su Qingyue, "It was all Qingyue's teachings."
Xiao Chonghuan and his wife's gaze settled on Su Qingyue, and Shen Yun spoke, "Yue'er, may I call you that?"
Qingyue nodded with a smile.
"Truly a peerless beauty," Shen Yun, as a woman herself, couldn't help but exclaim, "Chuan'er is truly lucky to have married you."
"Lady overpraises," she responded politely.