Damon Valance came home, to see Armand sipping coffee while handling paperwork, and likely Ye Xian sleeping.
"Dad." Damon said, "You aren't going to allow the grandmother to come with live with us? As the second uncle said, I don't want to deal with that, especially not with…everything going on."
"I didn't intend to." Armand spoke, "She refused to accept Ye Xian as her grandson back then, and even threatened to cut blood ties with us all, why would I accept her now? After ten years, it isn't worth the trouble of it all."
Armand sighed, "But regardless, I knew she would show up, upon the premises without my persuasion to be here nor granted permission in the first place."
Damon looked over, seeing dainty middle-aged women, eyes glaring, "Do you have any respect for greeting your elders?"
"Do you ever have respect for anyone who has blood ties with you? Snarking at me like I'm a wretched wanker found for dead on the side of the road, shut up you old hag." Damon remarked, "I don't know how you related to my father, I suspect he was switched at birth—or propels raised, unlike your tousled self."
She slammed her cane down, "Is this the son you so proudly raised? Ah, nothing more than a disrespectful brat."
Ye Xian appeared from downstairs, with slightly waking eyes, pouring himself some cold choc milk, into a cup, "Lao Ba, why is Damon raising his voice again? Did the mailman try to sell children off again? Or did someone from the school complain about his hairstyle or did he break someone's all four bones and landed them in the hospital(literally)? Or is an old lady pissed because he bent another guy in our neighborhood again?"
She raised a brow, "Who's that wretched thing?"'
Damon walked over, "Xian Ge, you should go back upstairs. I'll handle everything, I promise I'll bring by some cheesecake for you, your the best."
"That doesn't sound so bad, I should probably place my Gun on the table—I brought it with me, I thought someone had broken into the house again." Ye Xian remarked.
Ye Xian handed over the gun, or rather placed it on the kitchen counter, heading back upstairs.
Armand chuckled, "This kid, hasn't grown up on the bit. In any case, Mother—your not going to live here, Your house has already been chosen, in the west egg, richer families live there, you would've never had to dealt with me, leave."
Madam Valance snorted, while leaving. Armand sneered, "She isn't even my mother, a step
Mother, a former mistress—but who can remember that well enough?"