Grandfather Fan swung his walking stick for quite a while but failed to even touch the hem of Fan Ju's clothes; the rascal was quick at dodging.
Running out of breath, the old man sat down, and on the other sofa, Fan Ju also took a seat, cheerfully picking a bunch of grapes to eat.
"Who told you to sit down? Stand up and reflect on your actions. If you don't explain yourself properly right now, just pack your bags and leave!" Grandfather Fan's beard bristled as he glared angrily.
Fan Ju, seeing how relentless the old man was, suddenly felt a headache coming on, tossed the grapes aside, and lazily stood up from the chair.
"It was just an accident... Grandfather, please give me some face. Can you beat me after dinner? I was wrong, it's all my fault for not taking good care of Xiaojun. I assure you, it won't happen again, ow..."
Damn! Fan Ju got smacked on the back by Grandfather Fan's walking stick and winced in pain, running even faster around the living room.
