Ye Chenfeng looked surprised and said, "Old bastard, does it really matter to me if I'm a disappointment to you?"
Ji Xiaofeng didn't seem very angry at being called "old bastard" but responded in a bad tone, "Haha, kid, I don't know what you did to make my daughter like you. But there's no way you're becoming my grandson-in-law!"
"..."
Ye Chenfeng was full of confusion. Ji Qingrong and Ji Xiaofeng, the grandfather and father, were stirring up trouble. One was trying every way to marry Ji Qiushui to him, while the other didn't want her to marry him at all.
Without speaking, Ye Chenfeng picked up a brush and randomly made a stroke on the Xuan paper, adding a line to the character for "wine," which suddenly brought the whole character to life.
"Old man! Remember, the left side of 'wine' has three dots! Bang!" Then Ye Chenfeng slammed the brush on the table and left Ji Xiaofeng with an angry back.
"Hmm? What's wrong with Ye Chenfeng?"
