Aside from that incident years ago, Qi Shan's blood pressure had rarely spiked this high. But ever since meeting Young Master Shen, he felt as though he'd been living through one raging storm after another. The good temper he'd cultivated over years of self-discipline was on the verge of collapse, flapping its wings like a giant roc.
Were his standards really too high?
Qi Shan watched Young Master Shen obediently lead a pig over. His face expressionless, he wondered whether he should adjust them—but then again, surely he couldn't lower them so far that riding a pig became acceptable? Distracted by the thought, he didn't react right away.
When he came back to himself, he found two pairs of innocent dark eyes staring at him.
One pair belonged to Young Master Shen, who had deliberately widened her almond-shaped eyes.
The other belonged to Zhai Le, with his dewy, flirtatious peach-blossom eyes.
Under the gaze of those two pairs of eyes, Qi Shan had a momentary illusion—had he done something unforgivably wicked?
He raised a hand to his forehead in exasperation, blocking the two little troublemakers' assault with their eyes. Forcing himself to steel his heart, he said coldly, "Young Master Shen doing this is one thing. His age speaks for itself. But Young Master Zhai is already grown. Why are you joining in?"
Zhai Le gave an awkward, sheepish grin, trying to get away with it by acting cute.
Shen Tang hunched her chilly neck and slowly backed away at an angle, trying to hide in Zhai Le's shadow. She kept silently repeating, Yuan Liang can't see me. Yuan Liang can't see me.
Qi Shan: "..."
The more they acted like this, the more his anger had nowhere to go.
In the end, he could only wave it off and