Zheng Dong didn't receive the answer he hoped for. Turning his head, he was met with Xiao Qiu's gaze, the meaning of which was abundantly clear and firm - you are a servant of Zheng Shou.
Zheng Dong lowered his head, stuttered a few times, and finally spoke; his voice was hoarse and trembling, "Master Shang....I'm sorry...I, I've spoken out of turn..."
"Slap yourself." Xiao Qiu ordered calmly.
"Eh! No need." Shang Huaitong waved it off with a smile, "It's a minor matter."
"Slap!" Xiao Qiu ordered again.
With teary eyes, Zheng Dong looked at his elder brother, lowered his head, and "pap! pap!" slapped himself twice, immediately causing his cheek to swell and show traces of blood.
"Master Shang?" Xiao Qiu turned his gaze to the man.
Shang Huaitong smiled, "I've already said it's fine, there's no need to make a fuss over a child."
He shook his head, picked up his large cloak from the stall, and without a sideways glance walked through the crowd towards the door.