"Ah!!! Don't hit me! I was wrong!!!"
Before Jiang Li even entered the living room, she heard Jiang Yan's pig-slaughter-like wails coming from inside.
She gave Jiang Shixu a look, and then she pushed the door open and walked in.
What greeted her eyes was a scene of utter chaos.
Jiang Yan was darting around in this mess.
Following close behind him was an elderly man with salt-and-pepper hair.
Even though his back was slightly hunched, the vitality on his face couldn't be obscured by any number of wrinkles.
Right now, he was chasing Jiang Yan with his walking stick made of golden phoebe wood.
"If I don't beat you to death today, you little brat, then I am not your grandfather!"
Jiang Yan let out another howl and leaped behind a sofa.
"Grandpa, it really wasn't my fault!"
All the servants, not wanting to get involved, wisely hid themselves away.
Lin Manru and Shen Lan were nowhere to be found.
