The old man Wen, who had always been held in high esteem, had never been subjected to such indignity before.
When provoked to anger, one loses all reason.
He couldn't win in a fight,
especially since Qiao An had the advantage in numbers.
In a war of words, he didn't stand a chance either.
Qiao An crushed him to bits in no time.
As for arguing his case, there was even less point.
He couldn't even get a word out before Qiao An overwhelmed him, leaving him without the strength to retaliate.
Right now, the only thing to do was to trade the medicine for peace and quiet.
Mu Jingxi affectionately stroked her head, "You did great, but... don't do it again."
He was a man, and it was his job to shield her from the elements.
Yet she had charged ahead of him. What would he do if something went awry?
Would he be left with a lifetime of guilt?
Qiao An only heard the first part and nodded contentedly, smiling as she pulled him to sit down on the stone bench.