As his words fell, a robust roar that could match a lion from Hedong echoed from the backyard, "Yang Yinghao, you old rascal, if you spout nonsense again, I'll smash your damned head!"
Father and son simultaneously shrank their necks, staring at each other with wide eyes and silenced, neither daring to utter another word.
Only after the footsteps from the backyard had faded away did the pair stretch their necks out and heave a simultaneous sigh of relief.
Yang Yinghao frowned and fixed his eldest son with an unhappy look, "Happy now? If your mother comes after me later, you'll see how I deal with you!"
Yang Tiansheng didn't back down an inch, "If you dare to touch me, let's see how my mother deals with you!"
Yang Yinghao, red-faced and raising his hand, began, "You're utterly rebellious..."
