Mei finally understood why Ye Long was such a slickster with a thick skin—like master, like disciple!
The two of them were just like father and son!
"Old Bastard, at your age, I don't even need to hit you—you can't even take care of yourself!" Ye Long retorted, quite unconvinced, over the phone.
As soon as Ye Long said that, the old man on the other end got even more energized, and soon an angry tone burst through the phone!
"You little rascal, dare to say that I can't take care of myself? Have you ever heard of 'the older, the stronger'? Do you know I still 'rise up' every morning?" The master shot back over the phone with towering arrogance.
"Uh..." Hearing his master's fierce words, Ye Long not only turned his head to look at Mei—because his master's voice was so loud, Mei definitely heard it too.
Mei, on the other hand, just looked at Ye Long with disdain and pinched him, signaling him to get serious!
