Before Yan Huan could speak, he heard grandfather Lu’s roar, “I’m hungry too. Why didn’t you ask me?”
The spittle flew towards Yan Huan. Lu Yi placed his hand on Yan Huan’s face.
“Grandfather, can you lower your voice?”
Lu Yi helplessly said to old master lu, “If you lower your voice, we can all hear you. You’re shouting so loudly that your voice is hoarse. When that happens, you’ll suffer again.”
“I was just saying, What’s wrong with being so loud?”
Lu Yi had already covered Yan Huan’s ears. As expected, the more he spoke, the louder his grandfather’s voice would become. This was simply a bloody experience.
Yan Huan also sighed,
actually, she felt that old master Lu wasn’t angry for no reason this time.
