Yu Jingting glanced at her disdainfully.
"You want me to hit an old man? He is so frail I could knock him over with just a finger."
He enjoys fighting, but he isn't a pushover. He doesn't fight anybody, especially those who are weak and brittle. Yu Jingting preferred to avoid these types.
While the couple was whispering to each other, the white-bearded old man had already rushed over. Without a glance at Shuisheng, he ran straight to Yu Tieshan, who was kneeling on the ground, and gave him a whack with his walking stick.
"Ah! Grandpa, why are you hitting me?"
"I'm hitting you because you are worthless, get up!"
The old man's voice boomed like thunder, his fit of temper vented on the father and son duo with his cane.
"Let's go." Yu Shuisheng, dragging his onlooking son along, casually broke off a small twig from a tree and put it in his mouth.
"Eh!" Luoluo looked curious and reached out her hand for a twig as well.
