After glancing at the two people in front of him, the old man chuckled and shook his head; he couldn't handle his grandson, so he simply let him be, knowing he wouldn't harm Shen Cheng. He signaled the servant beside him to leave, and then also left leaning on his dragon-headed cane.
Only Shi Yu and Shen Cheng were left in the hall, the two of them like a volcano colliding with the earth, refusing to stop until one of them is dead.
Shi Yu confined Shen Cheng in his arms, not even allowing her to move an inch.
The dangerous aura emanating from him grew even more intense; temporarily, even the air was filled with an intimidating fierceness.
Shen Cheng struggled a bit and complained, "A man should accept losses as well as wins. You lost, shouldn't you accept the outcome graciously?"
Shi Yu wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, he held the back of her head, still not allowing her to move.
