Who is this old scholar that popped up from nowhere?
The crowd secretly muttered to themselves, yet unconsciously, they all quieted down and obediently listened.
"Shen Mosheng, you..." With tears still on her face, Han Yingying sniffled and said with exasperation, "Really, you're more like an old geezer than my grandpa..."
Shen Mosheng was somewhat taken aback, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Not wrong, it's just that you're like an old scholar..."
"Is that bad?"
Han Yingying looked at him with an enigmatic gaze, "It's not necessarily bad, it's just... like an old geezer..."
Shen Mosheng: ...
So, is it good or bad?
The crowd suddenly realized: No wonder they all obediently listened; it was because Shen Mosheng was too much like a grandpa!
Just then, someone else made their way through the crowd.
"Who is bullying my Ying Ying Monster?"
"Brother..."