Yang Yinghao took a seat to himself, picked up the teapot from the table, and poured himself a bowl of tea. He lifted it and drained it in one gulp before saying, "If you have no idea where he is, why are you still guarding this place? Are you afraid that your mother and I are having too leisurely a time, insisting on finding us troubles to solve? Do you realize how often our doorstep has nearly been trampled through recently? If it weren't for us shielding you, this place would have been flattened long ago!"
Yang Tiansheng snorted and sat down opposite his elderly father. He took the teapot and poured himself a bowl of tea, "I'm not a three-year-old child. Don't try to scare me with your threats. They don't dare to come, is it because they fear you? Or is it because they're afraid they can't deal with Yang Ge and would be subject to his retribution come autumn?"
Yang Yinghao looked at his eldest son with a sullen expression... The son had become smart, hard to deceive!
