Tao Mo thought about his lively little grandson and it gave him a headache. The most depressing part was that his grandson was extremely talented, and his swordsmanship skills had already surpassed the old man himself.
Every time he used swordsmanship as an excuse to teach his disobedient son a lesson, his unlucky son would just summon Xiao Bin, which was enough to kill his enthusiasm for sparring.
"Tao Shen, Tao Bin, indeed are my two grandsons, and also Little Taotie's two elder brothers."
Cheng Guodong said earnestly, "In that case, they are indeed not as reliable as me and my younger brother."
Although Tao Shen acted like a little adult, after all, he was just a brat, and his rebellious phase was probably close. At such an unpredictable age, he dared not let his sister get close to him.
As for Tao Bin, that kid was wild and mischievous like a monkey at ten years old. He certainly couldn't let his sister play with him or she might pick up bad habits.
