“Well, Meng Xuan, what’s wrong with your face?” Bai Yangbai asked, with the blade of grass in his mouth swaying twice. He approached with interest to observe the red scratches on Meng Xuan’s face.

Meng Xuan explained calmly, “These were scratched by my mother.”

Bai Yangbai believed it and sighed, “Childe Xuan, I’m not talking like an unconcerned person. Now the old women are really more vicious than a tiger or a lion. Well, one wound is bleeding... ...