At these words, Fang Ma sighed, setting down the bowl of soup in her hands. “That Master of ours,” she said, her voice heavy. “Still chasing women at his age. It’s no wonder the Young Master is the way he is. It's his father's fault, if you ask me.” “Tell me about it,” He Ma chimed in. She sat by the bed, lifting a spoon to Chu Mian’s lips. “The moment the Young Master’s mother died, the Master ma