Jiang She deliberately distorted the words of the old master Jiang.
Wen Zhiyao bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to laugh at this moment.
Jiang Jingyan watched this scene with interest.
It had been a long time since he witnessed Jiang She speaking discomfitingly.
The old master Jiang was banging his cane against the ground, making quite a racket.
"Jiang She!"
"Grandpa, I'm here. You don't have to be so loud. If you blow out my eardrums, you'll have to pay for my treatment." Jiang She playfully flicked at his ear with a smirk on his face.
The old master Jiang felt like he was punching cotton; Jiang She was unfazed.
In the end, he found himself affected.
"Jiang She, if you continue to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being rude." The old master Jiang threatened.
Only then did Jiang She tone it down a bit.
The butler came to announce that lunch was ready, and all the dishes had been served on the table.
The farce temporarily came to a halt.
