So she had heard about the matter with the Grand Elder's wife.
But she didn't know which of her words had offended him. The boy suddenly glared at her angrily, with fists clenched, ready to charge at her with reckless abandon!
Wushuang was startled and took two steps back.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" she asked politely.
"Get lost, I hate you all, I hate every one of you!" the boy shouted angrily, his age was evidently so young, yet his eyes were so cold.
Wushuang was frightened by him again.
Suddenly, a man's deep and indifferent voice called from not far away: "Ache, come out!"
The short four words were filled with a sense of danger.
The boy's body trembled slightly. He glanced at Wushuang, messily wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, then got up and walked towards the direction of the voice.
Wushuang naturally recognized whose voice it was.
It was the voice of the Grand Elder; she met him every day and was very familiar with his voice.
