Xi Xinheng took the whip and let someone restrain the waiter first.
He went straight to his youngest son's courtyard.
At this moment, Xi Rui was skateboarding in his own courtyard.
He could now play very difficult tricks on his own.
Seeing his father come in with a sullen face together with the waiter again, he immediately skateboarded and wanted to escape.
Xi Xinheng snorted. "If you can run out of this yard today, I'll have the same surname as you."
Xi Rui thought to himself, as if you don't have the same surname as mine now.
He smiled embarrassedly. "Dad, I suddenly remembered that grandmother asked me to go to her courtyard. I'll go there first."
Xi Xinheng sneered. "Your mother accompanied your grandmother to offer incense today. Continue to make more stories."
Xi Rui was speechless.
It's over.
"Um, dad, What's the matter?" He moved toward his courtyard's door.
