Shen Yinning asked, "Who is this child?"
Haitang, her face full of indignation, replied, "This is the child you sent to study under the tutelage of Old Master Yu last month. The old master disliked calling him 'Doggie,' so he specially gave him the name Bai Heming. Seeing that he was still young, Old Master Yu permitted him to return home once every fortnight. The last time he came back, he specially picked a bouquet of wildflowers for you. He ran to our courtyard intending to kowtow and thank you, but you happened to be away at the Shen Garden that day."
Shen Yinning quietly observed the child.
About three or four years old, he was plainly dressed, covered in mud from being bullied, yet clutching tightly onto a bouquet of small wildflowers.
He cried pitifully, "I'm not lying! I really became a student of Master Yu, wuwuwu!"
Unable to stand the sight, Shen Yinning stepped forward. "What is this commotion?"
Bai Heming's eyes lit up as he saw Shen Yinning.
