Yin Hua was fuming, his face dark with anger, his chest heaving as he took large, labored breaths. Yin Shuo was worried he might faint, so he whispered to Zhouzhou.
Zhouzhou, shaking the needle in her hand, reassured him, "It's fine, don't worry. If he faints, one needle will wake him up."
Yin Shuo breathed a sigh of relief and obediently sat down without saying anything more.
Seeing this, Yin Hua's eyes widened even more. That was it—within less than half a month, his grandson had been completely taken by these two! This teacher and disciple pair were toxic!
He shakily pointed a finger at Zhouzhou, but Zhouzhou blinked innocently at him.
Slap— Li Yuanming didn't hesitate to slap Yin Hua's hand away. "Isn't pointing at people rude? Didn't you learn any manners? You're not even as good as a three-year-old!"
Yin Hua's face turned even darker. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You're not in a position to lecture me."