Old Mrs. Cen raised her walking stick and swung it at Cen Haifeng’s head.
Just as the walking stick was about to fall, a hand suddenly grabbed it.
“Old Lady, you can’t hit me!”
The person holding the walking stick was none other than the national master.
Old Mrs. Cen looked at the National Master. “Can’t hit me? Why Can’t You Hit Me? Let Go of me! Whether you let go or Not! What does it have to do with you that I’m disciplining my unfilial son?”
The National Master did not say anything. He just held the walking stick in Old Mrs. Cen’s hand.
Old Mrs. Cen immediately pulled out the big knife that she had prepared earlier, “You’re not going to let go, are you? ! If I don’t let go of you, I’ll educate you as well! “What high-level civilization, high-level planet? I think you’re all just a bunch of motley crew. You actually did such a heartless thing and caused your families to be separated. You all need to be taught a lesson a long time ago!”
