She looked at the boy with eyes full of wariness and terror. It was the same look the household staff had given him back at the manor.
A'pan curled up on the *kang*, hugging his legs in a defensive posture. His head hung lower and lower, as if he wanted to bury himself between his knees.
Mother Cheng barked, "Shut up! Keep spouting nonsense and I’ll have you go outside and freeze."
Chapter 127