Yan Lao's dark secret was exposed by Yan Huaizheng, and in front of his granddaughter at that, which made his face turn red with a mix of annoyance and anger.
"Your old man deliberately forgot because he can't stand to see your tail wagging up in the sky."
Yan Lao said, "But betting with Little Xuanxuan is different. Whatever she asks for, I'll agree to; whatever she wants, I'll give to her."
"You'd better wait until after you've given it to talk like that. Don't say all the nice things first, only to forget your promises later," Yan Huaizheng quipped habitually.
Yan Lao let out a snort, his right hand reaching towards his waist. Where was his whip?
"Father, you've upset Grandpa, stop it," Lu Fengxuan said with a bit of helplessness.
These two, father and son, put together are over a hundred years old, yet here they are quarreling over such a childish thing, neither willing to back down.
To outsiders, this doesn't look like a father and son but more like enemies.
