"You know shit, kid!" Chiang Songtao slammed the table angrily and glared at Chiang Xiao, "I've put up with you for a long time, Chiang Xiao, who do you think you are? Do you always have to butt in when adults are talking? Get lost!"
Chiang Songhai had rarely seen Chiang Songtao lash out at Chiang Xiao like that and was startled. His first instinct was to ask Chiang Xiao to step away, not to really provoke his anger, but Chiang Xiao, looking very mature, just chuckled twice and then said to Chiang Songtao, "How should I roll away? Why don't you demonstrate with a roll?"
Before Chiang Songtao could reply, Chiang Xiao had already sprung up and grabbed a small wooden stool with one leg slightly broken from nearby, smashing it hard on the ground.
With a loud bang, the small stool shattered into pieces, with splinters flying everywhere. One of them flew onto Chiang Songtao's hand, leaving a small cut.
But he was completely shocked and didn't even notice it.
