"What does the loser have to yell?" Lin Feng looked utterly confused, as if he couldn't hear properly.
"Grandpa!" Liu Zhihao exclaimed impatiently.
"Yell what? It's too noisy, I can't hear!" Lin Feng raised his voice again.
"Grandpa!" Liu Zhihao suppressed his rage. If it weren't for the sake of getting Lin Feng to agree to the bet, he wouldn't have the patience for this nonsense.
Unexpectedly, Lin Feng suddenly burst into laughter, "Ah, good grandson."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, realizing Lin Feng was toying with Liu Zhihao and taking advantage of him.
Liu Zhihao finally caught on. His face turned the color of liver, and even though the bet hadn't started, Lin Feng had tricked him into calling out "Grandpa" several times in public. The proud young master who was always concerned about saving face wanted nothing more than to tear Lin Feng apart.
