The old man looked at Jiang huailu in a daze.
Jiang huailu was holding more than ten chopsticks in his hand, and even Jiang yubai might not be able to break them.
At this moment, they all broke.
She was looking at master Jiang with an innocent and naive expression.
Master Jiang was silent. He had been silent all along.
"I, I shouldn't have broken the chopsticks, right?" Jiang huailu carefully looked at her grandfather, her little face full of grievance.
Pavilion elder Jiang coughed violently in anger. Grandmother Liu's expression changed and she rushed forward to push Jiang huailu to the side.
"Old man, you have to take care of your health. If something happens to you, how am I supposed to live?" The old lady was really scared now.
All the glory in her life came from the old master.
Even if she was the matriarch for a lifetime, she had to personally serve the old master when he returned every day.
