Walter Yonne was forty-three this year, and his son was ten, more than a head taller than the little brat in front of him.
"Master, is he really, your new apprentice?"
Looking at the little brat, they could say he was the master's grandson.
Master Kingston nodded proudly, "Yes, I snatched him from your aunt's hands, hahaha, it really pissed her off."
Timmy rarely saw his master so elated and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Master, is my grandma my aunt?"
Master Kingston rubbed his head, "Yes, that's your grandma."
Timmy frowned with worry, "Then I have to buy something to please my grandma, otherwise, she will be mad at me, right?"
Master Kingston laughed at his innocence.
"Silly boy, your grandma has long stopped being mad. Besides, as my apprentice, your mother has also taught you a lot, hasn't she? In the future, when people ask who your master is, just say it's me and your grandma too!"
Timmy laughed, "So my mom has really become my senior sister?"
