Ni Shang's face changed from red to white, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed, she wished she could vanish into thin air.
She stood up, overwhelmed with shame and anger, "Seventh Master Jian, your son is only two, what could he possibly know? I have already explained, I wasn't unhappy, but for a few childish words from your son, you jumped to question me. Seventh Master Jian, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. I know you are rich, but even if you are, it doesn't give you the right to treat people like this, it's too much!"
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"Stop!" Jian Shichu's voice wasn't loud, yet it was full of authority, freezing Ni Shang in her tracks.
