"Hey, you punk! How can you taint the angel, ah?! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"
Dion let out a deep sigh as he reluctantly put the phone in front of his ear. His grandfather fumed, continuing to berate him for soiling an angel.
"Grandpa, you know I didn't mean to do it to an angel, right?" he sighed once again, hoping his guardian angel would help him today.
"What do you mean you didn't mean to, huh?! Where are you now, you brat! I will send you to a temple!"
"Grandpa!" Dion gasped in disbelief. "Her face is not shown in the articles! I will go live in a few days and speak up! Why would you send your innocent baby grandson to the temple?"
"If not for your brother, the angel's face is already everywhere! Also, how dare you hog her all for yourself?! Your brother doesn't even want me to see her…!"
