Sitting with Niu Qing on two stools, one on each side, keeping a watchful eye, the big tobacco pipe was pressed upon Chen Jian Country's forehead.
—So that he wouldn't dare move.
Holding a pair of chopsticks, Chen Jian Country was making his final struggle.
"I... I... hitting people is illegal, I want to report to public security!"
"What law? What illegal?"
Old Niu reached into the bag under the tobacco pouch and slowly stuffed a pinch of tobacco into the brass pot.
"You're my son-in-law, it's a father-in-law teaching a son-in-law, who dares interfere?"
"You want to call your in-laws?"
With such a troublesome in-law, if the son-in-law really wanted to summon him, he might as well go blow up the grave himself.
Chen Jian Country was humiliated, so angry!
Yet he had no solution.
At this point, he could only submit once again:
"Dad no, Uncle! Uncle, please spare me, I know I've wronged Da Hong, how can I earn your forgiveness? I'll do anything!"
