"So what if I curse at you? This young master feels like punching you too!" Situ Zhi, before today, was a well-attended Eldest Young Master with a long-standing bad temper.
Coincidentally, the aunt was a hot-tempered person too: "Oh my! You little rascal, sent to this small place, still thinking you're the Eldest Young Master of the General's Mansion? Still thinking of hitting people, come on, hit your aunt and see."
"What's the big deal if I hit you? I'm hitting you today." Situ Zhi's little face turned red, rolling up his sleeves as he charged forward.
Situ Dieer couldn't stop him in time, as Situ Zhi waved his little fist and rushed at the aunt, delivering a punch.
"Oh my, you little brat, you really dare to hit your aunt."
The aunt, having done farm work for years, was robust and certainly not like the delicate maids of the General's Mansion, far less afraid of hurting Situ Zhi.
