He prepared to drive his grandson to eat, making sure his little belly was well fed so he could grow up faster. Of course, the most important thing was for him to grow his brains, and not to end up like his uncle. After all these years of schooling, he was still foolish, and also followed his brother-in-law in practicing martial arts for so many years. How come he couldn't even beat a few frail and sickly ones?
Fortunately, Tang Xincheng was unaware of this disdain. Otherwise, he would have cried to death. Could this be blamed on him? Indeed, could it be blamed on him? Those were adults, and he was still just a child, only a child.
How strong could a child's strength be?
But Tang Zhinian now disliked his son and decided in his heart that he must properly train him. After all, if he can't beat several opponents in the future, he shouldn't call himself his son.
