Zhang Jundian's face puffed up with anger, glaring fiercely at Zhang Shiwan.
Zhang Shiwan refused to strike at him, "Grandpa Jing gave you your name personally, hoping that you would become as accomplished as him and your father. Look at you, growing up without becoming a hoodlum would already be good enough."
"Shiwan, how can you talk about your brother like that?" Mrs. Zhang felt sorry for her son with his puffed mouth and fierce yet wronged expression. She came over to soothe Zhang Jundian and then said to Zhang Shiwan, "Your brother is still young; he'll understand when he grows up."
"Shifang is only two years older than him. Look at Shifang? Shilan and Shifang are so good at school, it's only Jundian who's not good at it. I really don't know whose genes he inherited."
"Definitely not yours!" Zhang Jundian retorted angrily.
