Su Qinglan's expression instantly shifted, and she smiled kindly and gently at him. "Grandpa, are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
The old man's expression became incredibly complicated.
Grandpa. Again. His powerful, ancient heart actually ached from the blow to his pride. Yet, facing the terrifying beastman behind him, he forced out a trembling, weak smile toward Su Qinglan.
"This old beastman… is perfectly fine, kind female."
Su Qinglan nodded sympathetically, her heart melting for the poor old man. Then, she snapped her head back and glared at An Mo again.
"Apologize to him."
An Mo: "…"
The old man: "…"
An Mo's eyebrow twitched upward. He looked at Su Qinglan's fiercely protective face, then at the trembling old man who looked like a stiff board.
Finally, he asked with a completely calm, dangerously smooth tone, "So... should I apologize to you?"
