When Jin Bin saw the old man's walking stick, his heart immediately trembled.
How could he dare to say it?
Thus, he stammered perfunctorily,"No, I didn't say anything!"
"Nonsense!" "I told you to repeat it, so repeat it!" Hurry up and repeat it!"
"I ... Grandpa, I said something wrong ..."
"I repeat!" The old man shouted.
"I said…Why aren't you f * cking opening the door for me…"
Jin Bin's voice had just fallen when a loud and clear big mouth ruthlessly slapped his face. The strength of that slap was so great that it almost directly slapped him down.
"Who are you talking about? I'm your grandfather! You grandson! How dare you scold your father! Is your skin itching?
That disappointing father of yours didn't teach you anything good. Look at you, you're simply not a good person!" Jin Shujing gave him a torrent of curses.
