When I was taken back to the Shen family at the age of sixteen, the whole city knew that the third master of the Shen family had collected a small oil bottle.
He has strict rules and is aloof. He treats me like fragile porcelain and does everything by himself.
I was grateful for his kindness and tried to please him carefully, fearing that I would be kicked out if I made a mistake.
Until I heard him talking to someone, saying that he was just an entrustment from an old friend and didn't have any thoughts about me.
At that moment I was relieved and began to rebel unscrupulously, even dating others in front of him.
But he blocked me in a corner late at night, his eyes were red, and his voice was so restrained that it trembled:
"You can go ahead and get into trouble, I'll take care of you."
"Don't let me go, okay?"
