"The problem is the absence of your son! What you said is difficult to prove!" Gramp Ye spoke angrily, but then he became excited about it. "Nantian, is my grandson… really that good?"
"Absolutely! Look whose son he is!" Ye Nantian's solemn face finally showed a smile.
That was a spoiling smile.
Gramp Ye half closed his eyes, soaked in the imagination of his grandson's face, and showed a longing smile in the face.
"Ah. Xiao Xiao is not here. It won't help no matter how powerful he is. Nantian, you have been teaching the youngsters in the clan recently. You know best about those kids. How may lotuses do you think… we can keep with us this time?"
They criticized the clan as they wanted, but Gramp Ye still cared for the clan in spite of himself.
"The arena…" Ye Nantian honestly didn't like to be involved in this affair. He didn't even want to make any comments. However, he had to think about it since his father asked him to.
