The two made an agreement, and An Yuxing immediately ordered to have his great-grandson An Chenhui summoned.
Hmm, quite a handsome young man, just looks a bit immature.
"Chenhui, this is Marquis Jing'an, who will be your master from now on!" An Yuxing said.
An Chenhui looked at Yang Zhenshan in a daze, then at An Yuxing, and suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud. However, he knelt not before Yang Zhenshan but before An Yuxing.
"Ancestor, you don't want me anymore!" An Chenhui's face showed a look of grievance, his eyes slightly red, almost ready to cry.
"..."
Yang Zhenshan suddenly froze, looking at An Chenhui utterly perplexed.
What's the meaning of this?
What does it mean that the Ancestor doesn't want him anymore?
An Yuxing's face darkened, "You foolish idiot, when have I ever said I don't want you?"
An Chenhui took another look at Yang Zhenshan, then timidly whispered, "But why does Ancestor want to find a master for Chenhui!"
