After he finished chatting with his women, Xia Tian went to the main hall to pray for his cousin. But as he entered inside, he felt someone keep staring at him with hostility, so he turned to that person and asked coldly. "Why do you keep looking at me like that? Was my lesson to you that time is still insufficient? Or should I teach you another lesson?"
That person was trembling violently and clutching both of his arms; he was none other than Ling Xin, Ling Chen's uncle. Although his arms had recovered long ago, hearing Xia Tian's words made them ache again.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh in his heart; he had already warned his eldest son to watch his manners, but instead, he kept staring at Xia Tian with hostility.
Xia Ling shook his head at his second grandson's attitude. "Tian, you better forget about it."
