Before Yan Liusix could speak to refute, Old Yan immediately added:
"And you needn't doubt Little Xuanxuan's background."
"That old bachelor, your Sixth Uncle, only has your sister, this one tender seedling. If you dare to mess with Little Xuanxuan, see how I'll deal with you!"
Yan Liusix muttered, "Suddenly popping out such a 'big sister,' it's quite normal for me to have doubts."
"Do you think you're smarter than me, your Great Uncle, and your Sixth Uncle put together?"
Old Yan saw Yan Liusix look up at him and then lower his head again; he snorted with a laugh and blurted out a curse word.
"Even if I've become senile, I can still recognize my own offspring, you brat with just a bit of intelligence, boasting shamelessly here."
"I think you're itching for a beating, looking to be locked up in confinement again!"
Yan Liusix was only twenty-six but already held the rank of a regimental commander in a frontline combat unit of the Southern Military Region.
