"Ah! Young Master, you absolutely must not do this!" The middle-aged steward urged anxiously.
"Uncle Mo, you are the only family I have in this world. Over the years, you have always been silently supporting me from behind. I have seen all that you've done; please, don't stand on ceremony with me any longer. This is just a small token of gratitude from a junior like me," Xiao Bai said sincerely.
"Young Master..."
"Uncle Mo! You know what I'm like. Once I've decided on something, not even ten oxen could pull me back. Please don't delay any further," Xiao Bai insisted.
Thump!
The middle-aged steward once again knelt to the ground.
Raising three fingers solemnly, he swore to the heavens.
"I swear! From now on, should anyone dare to harm the Young Master, they shall only do so by stepping over my corpse! Otherwise, as long as I draw breath, I will tear a piece of flesh from their body!" The middle-aged steward spoke with grave seriousness.
"Uncle Mo!" Xiao Bai called out, moved.
