Sun Yabin lay on the ground, letting out bursts of mournful howls.
After a while, the man, clearly tired from hitting, finally let out a breath, straightened his back, and looked towards Doctor Hua who was standing aside, watching indifferently.
"Old Hua, you see, this is quite awkward..."
He chuckled, scratching his head, "My son, he didn't mean it, right, he didn't mean it, please don't take it to heart."
"The one who should apologize to your son is not me, but my master."
Doctor Hua raised his hand and pointed towards Yin Tian.
The man's body stiffened, and he suddenly looked up, incredulously at Yin Tian.
The next second, a radiant smile instantly appeared on his face, "Ha ha ha... truly a person of fine appearance..."
He was speaking when he suddenly stopped.
Because he realized that using the phrase 'person of fine appearance' to describe Yin Tian felt like an elder praising a junior.
He stood there, his face carrying an awkward smile, daring not to say another word.