Jian Shichu's villa was the best villa in Yun City.
Saying there was only one guest room left was a joke—saying there were only a hundred rooms left would be more like it!
"If I say there is only one room left, then there is only one left," Jian Shichu was adamant, "Either Khor Suyan or Khor Jiaojiao stays, or you take them both away, not leaving a single one!"
"You little brat!" Every time Elder Master Jian saw Jian Shichu, he was so angry he practically steamed, "You unfilial son!"
"Grandpa, how many times have I said, how come you just can't remember?" Jian Shichu drawled, "I'm not an unfilial son... I'm an unfilial grandson."
Elder Master Jian: "..."
What could he do when he was left speechless?
He was so furious he could explode, but he had no way to handle Jian Shichu.
Scolding didn't work, hitting he couldn't bear; every time he faced Jian Shichu, the one who always compromised was him.
