It was as if a chameleon changed its colors. The face of the young man before him also morphed into an entirely different expression.
Guan Gao Huan's cold eyes and smile brought a chill to the old man's heart.
What... was going on?
Why was his third grandson acting so differently from moments ago?
Guan Gao Huan stood up, creaked his neck, and spat on the floor.
There was blood on it.
He frowned. "That fucker punched me too hard with qi that my gums are bleeding. Tsk."
Guan Gao Huan glanced at the closed doors then turned to look at the frozen old man.
He gave a low laugh.
