Castrated... Castrated version? Sunx Qianjin was perplexed. Didn't little Li say he'd impart all his knowledge? How could this be a castrated version? Could it be that little Sunx was fooling him?
Seeing the growing anger on Sunx Qianjin's face, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a sense of glee. It seemed that the old white-haired man had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it!
However, Wu Xiaoyu didn't feel the slightest bit uneasy about 'framing' him. After all, he was just telling the truth!
Not long after, Sunx Shangqiang came running over with a small box in hand, panting heavily, and said, "Grandpa... Grandpa, I brought the silver needles!"
Wu Xiaoyu found it somewhat amusing to see Sunx Shangqiang being such a sycophant to his own grandfather. Shouldn't there be a natural bond of blood thicker than water between close relatives, with kind fathers and filial sons?
