Xi Xiaye stopped Shen Yue who was about to swing his walking stick again, crying out in alarm, "Grandpa!"
As she shouted, she reflexively looked toward Xi Mushan and saw that his left hand was already swollen. His entire hand trembled with pain. The walking stick had hit him right on his finger. It must have hurt very much.
However, Xi Mushan's expression remained calm. There were only signs of enduring the pain between his brows, and he was looking straight up at Shen Yue whose expression had hardened.
Shen Wenna reacted at this moment too. She quickly sat up straight and widened her eyes. She struggled to hurl both her hands out. "Father!"
"How dare you come here? Do you think I'm dead?"
Shen Yue gripped his walking stick tightly as his old eagle eyes were dense with a sharp coldness. He looked bitterly at Xi Mushan.