After Richard Shaw's orders were issued, the entire Southwest Region was bustling, entering an unprecedented period of tension, even causing unease in neighboring countries, leading them to initiate precautions.
The man returned to the Shaw Mansion in the evening, and Casimir Shaw had already come home from school. Excitedly, he was sharing school anecdotes with the old lady.
The Shaw Family's old lady listened, unable to stop laughing, and held her great-grandchild tenderly in her arms, affectionately rubbing and kissing him.
"Great-grandma, you're going to rub me into a puddle," Casimir Shaw said with his large, glistening black eyes and a touch of grievance. "I'm already grown up; kissing makes me shy."
Amused, the old lady laughed so much she could hardly straighten up, saying, "Good child, you've really grown up."
"Indeed, the young master knows how to be shy now," Aunt Zhao remarked with a smile from the side.
