Duan Yue abruptly turned his head to the side towards an elderly man in his sixties who was drinking tea. Each strand of his hair stood up on his head like steel needles. He had a hale and hearty gaze and possessed a strong physique. The moment he opened his mouth, his voice was as sonorous as a large bell.
Slam! The elderly man slammed his teacup underneath his palm, pulverizing it into powder in an instant.
Qiao Dongbo trembled for no reason, and his gaze slightly contracted as he mused over his bad luck. How did he provoke this difficult old bastard?
"Qiao Dongbo, how dare you yell at my good grandson!" Duan Zhenxing interrogated angrily, like an enraged male lion about to lunge over straight away to tear open Qiao Dongbo's throat.
Involuntarily stepping backwards, Qiao Dongbo smiled awkwardly at Old Master Duan. "Old Patriarch Duan, I apologize, my attitude just now was a bit aggressive."
