"Just because I'm your elder, and your father has passed away, I have the right to discipline you on his behalf," the old drunkard said, looking at the man's face.
Should we call these two sworn enemies? They both knew exactly where to strike to cause the most pain. The man, who had just been so arrogant and provocative towards the old drunkard, was now easily enraged by him, looking at the old drunkard with eyes almost ready to devour him.
"Shut up. A person like you has no right to talk about my dad. Don't use your filthy mouth to speak of him. You're not worthy at all, you home-wrecking mistress!" the man said viciously, staring at the old drunkard.
Hearing the man's accusation, Xu Ke was thankful he hadn't been drinking water; otherwise, he might have choked to death on it. Even so, it nearly made his breath shortcut.
Xu Ke's gaze fell strangely upon the old drunkard. While male mistresses aren't unheard of, he was seeing one of such magnitude for the first time.
