The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Old Master Lu would do this.
He said angrily, "Grandpa, this money is mine. You can't take it. Otherwise, I'll run away from home."
Old Master Lu: "..."
He rubbed his aching glabella.
Then he raised his walking stick and hit Lu Ming's calf. "How can I take a fancy to that little bit of money of yours?"
Lu Ming was relieved.
However, he whispered, "You can't say that. After all, your painting is worth hundreds of millions. You're so stingy with me that you can't even give me some pocket money."
After hearing Lu Ming's words, Old Master Lu used his walking stick again.
"Brat, are you itching for a beating?"
Lu Ming cried out and then cleverly ran far away. Old Master Lu couldn't hit him anymore.
"I'm busy."
Lu Ming didn't want to stay with Old Master Lu for the time being. Every time they didn't get along, he would get beaten up.
