With a lazy glance, Matthew Saxon said nonchalantly, "Could I have remembered wrongly? Wasn't it you, Grandpa, lying on my bed, holding the photo album, flipping through my pictures and crying?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Scarlett Yates, who had just caught her breath, choked again, her face turning beet red as her chest shook with coughs.
An eerie image involuntarily flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, she felt a bit sorry for Ian Douglas.
Having such a sneaky and shameless grandson was truly a sad thing.
The poor old man was so infuriated by his own grandson that he was glaring, his mustache puffing and teeth rattling.
In an instant, all his graceful and charming demeanor vanished, his handsome face twisted into a grimace, "You little brat, I think you're itching for a beating. Old Spencer, quickly bring the family rules here, I need to properly teach this disrespectful descendant a lesson today."
