"Do you think I would flog an old man?" Jun Ye held his arms, looking disdainfully at the concern in her eyes.
Manman stomped her foot and turned to enter the room.
Grandpa Yao handed her a glass of water and brought it into the room where she was sitting on the bed clutching a pillow, with a dark expression on her face. He set the glass down on the desk and said, "Nannan, we won't do anything to him."
Manman frowned deeply, tugging at her brows forcefully: "If none of you think he's a bad person, why don't you just let him go?"
"We never said we don't think he is a bad person."
Hearing his meaningful words, Manman raised her face and fixed her gaze directly on him.
Grandpa Yao pinched a teaspoon, stirring the powdered sugar in the glass, his face with perfect proportions maintained a frightening silence. Manman could feel the pressure just by looking at him.
