Stepping back a few paces, pretending to say, "Why so angry? The elders have good intentions, but you're not appreciative..."
Yaen Chi threw a pillow over. Though he was injured, he still had some strength. Elder Li underestimated him, using only one hand to catch it, and ended up getting hurt; he didn't dare to groan, nor did he return the pillow to his dear grandson, secretly placing it on the sofa.
"Then rest well, I'll visit again tomorrow."
"Don't come!"
"Bang!"
The door was shut inside, or rather, flung shut with force, even the windows shook; the power was akin to lifting weights.
Truly, they're like grandfather and grandson, no wonder they're all packed with luggage.
It seems their brains have bubbles!
Yaen Chi could have nicely recuperated, but was instead aggravated by this grandfather-grandson duo, cracking open several times. If he lives a short life, it's largely due to them.
