Just a moment ago, Ye Shan Great Saint had been full of vigor, but the instant the old woman appeared, he wilted completely.
Jiang Jichen didn't even need to guess; he already knew the old woman must be Ye Rou's grandmother.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for Ye Shan Great Saint to be so afraid.
"Old woman, what are you doing out of the residence? Ahem, girl, hurry up and help your grandmother back inside!"
Ye Shan Great Saint put on a serious face, trying to muster some of his usual authority.
"There's no need. You make it sound like I'm so delicate. Hmph! With a flick of my wrist, I can still put you in your place!"
The old woman shot Ye Shan Great Saint a sidelong glance and spoke with immense dominance.
Ye Shan gave a sheepish laugh. "Old woman, you're just picking at old wounds. We have a guest today; we must be good hosts!"
Ye Shan wanted to change the subject and not continue the conversation.
