This freaking...
Fang Zhenghang turned to Fang Che and said: "You... go with your mother to the courtyard first?"
"Alright."
Fang Che nodded: "We'll drink together later."
"This..."
Fang Zhenghang frowned and looked at Fang Che seriously: "Understand?"
"Yes!"
"Really understand?"
"I really understand!"
"Really, really understand?!"
"Oh, don't worry, Uncle, you're so annoying..."
Fang Che twisted his face.
What's going on, does everyone think I'm a kid who can't grow up?
Old Man Shen nearby said: "Don't worry, my Divine Thought is monitoring him. If he dares to mess up, I didn't bring my sword today, but a big stick, made of Wugang Wood; I'll beat his butt black and blue!"
He waved the stick in his hand as he spoke.
Fang Che's mouth twitched.
I really thought you hid the sword inside the stick, but it's really just a stick.
And it's meant to beat me!
