Thud!
Yang Maomao knelt down in front of Wang Xiaolong in public.
"Grandpa!"
After a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, he also raised his hands to hit himself twice.
Wang Xiaolong glanced at him, "Haven't eaten yet? Shout louder, hit harder!"
"I advise you to quit while you're ahead, or else the Yang Family behind me will never..."
Smack!
Before Yang Maomao could finish his sentence, Wang Xiaolong's hand had already struck his face, "Don't use the Yang Family to scare me, young master. If I dare to hit you, I'm not afraid of your revenge. If I dare to sleep with your grandma, I'm not afraid to be your grandpa!"
"You..."
"Keep hitting, or I might just do it myself!"
Seeing Wang Xiaolong's raised palm, Yang Maomao's arrogance instantly dissipated, and he repeatedly started hitting himself.
Smack smack!
As he slapped himself, he also shouted "Grandpa" through gritted teeth.
