"How dare you speak to me like that, servant," she would have jabbed holes in the ground with her cane if she had one.
Qing Yi turned back, smiling disingenuously, "You're not the Empress Dowager, and I'm not a member of the Jun Family. Just because the Third Young Master respects you doesn't mean everyone has to."
Truth be told, he had tolerated this old lady for a long time—a stubborn, biased old fool who would favor to the extremes. If not for the fact that she was the Third Young Master's grandmother, he would have kicked such an unreasonable old lady ten meters away.
Blocked outside and challenged by a servant, the old Mrs. Jun was furious: "It's true, like master, like servant. A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow."
Qing Yi furrowed his brow, his face darkening.
"You can criticize me, but not the Third Young Master. Since you are here to seek medical help, you should have the attitude of a seeker, not as if my family and the Third Young Master owe you something."
