"Mr. Yu, after all these years, how come you're still so irate? It'd be better for an elderly person like yourself to calm down. And this walking stick, I didn't see you using it a few years ago. Could it be that your anger has actually damaged your health?"
Yao Qing suddenly appeared, toying with something in her hand.
She nonchalantly caught the walking stick with ease and gradually pushed it back in Yu Gusi's direction.
A faint smile played on her lips, similar to the thoughts that had swirled in Yanshen's eyes earlier, both tinged with a hint of mockery.
When confronted with a person they both despised, they seemed to be in an unusual agreement for once.
"Mr. Yu, you really shouldn't leave your walking stick lying around at your age. If you were to trip or bump into someone falsely accusing them, wouldn't that person be incredibly unlucky?"
Yu Gusi coldly observed the woman who had appeared from nowhere before him, the muscles of his face still trembling from residual rage.