When he saw Mingxiu, Wang Shouchuan gave a snort of contempt. His face looked gloomy.

“Please don’t be angry, Uncle,” Mingxiu said softly with a gentle smile. “You know the temperament of Master. Back then, she was in a rage, and when she calmed down later, she really felt regretful. She knows you must be angry. She even said that your disciple is her disciple and that even if Ai Hui cannot succeed, she will teach him embroidery. She had said those unkind words only because she was angry.”

“So you don’t have high hopes for Ai Hui, right?” Wang Shouchuan looked unhappy.

Mingxiu knew that Wang Shouchuan’s anger was still not mollified, so she said, “Of course we do. Ai Hui’s disposition is incomparable. I’m sure his future is very promising.”

Wang Shouchuan’s face was emotionless. “That means you don’t have hopes for him now, huh?”

“We all trust your foresight, Uncle,” Mingxiu said softly. “Please don’t be angry with Master. You know her bad temper. But she also has a de