"Don't get mouthy with your mother," Shitou said, as he lightly slapped Pei Yi's head, "show some respect."
"You're all in it together, picking on the little guy. What kind of skill is that?"
As Pei Yi dodged left and right, he just couldn't evade Shitou's "magic hand." Instantly, the little man's self-esteem took a hit. He got so angry that he was jumping up and down and shouting, "You're not even supposed to hit the face, let alone the head. Can't you guys show a little dignity befitting your age?"
"How has this little rascal become so eloquent lately? Spouting arguments left and right—is it from watching too much TV?" Lu Yun asked Shitou curiously.
"That must be it. He even has time to watch TV. Seems like we haven't been strict enough, we should ramp up his training," Shitou replied with raised eyebrows, a mischievous smile aimed at Pei Yi.
