"Ouch."
"What was that for?" Song Changsheng asked, grimacing as he rubbed his head.
"Hmph. Trying to boss your grandfather around now, you little brat?" Song Xianming swung his arm to cast his line again, his face already back to its usual placid expression.
"If you don't want to say, then don't. Why'd you have to hit me?" Song Changsheng muttered under his breath, his eyes glancing at the Jade Pendant on Song Xianming's waist.
"You just want to know about that business in Luoxia City, don't you? Don't overthink it. What is, is. The grudges of the older generation won't affect you."
"That Niu Dazhuang looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and you say it won't affect me," Song Changsheng said with a pout.
A flash of anger appeared on Song Xianming's face, but it vanished in an instant. He said calmly, "He's just a brute. You don't need to pay him any mind. He won't actually dare to lay a hand on you."
"But..." Song Changsheng tried to ask more.
