The unexpected arrival of the four elders of the Ruan family caught everyone off guard.
Nie Heng was dumbfounded. He glanced at the Yang Liu Ruan Fengmian in front of him, then at Grandpa Ruan and Grandma Ruan standing in the courtyard, and in shock, he blurted out a loud "Damn!".
"Who are you cursing at, you brat?" A soft, clean hand mixed with the force of thunder slapped the back of his head.
The nearly six-foot-tall Nie Heng staggered from the slap.
He quickly slapped his own mouth, pleading bitterly with Yang Liu, "Aunt Liu, I was wrong, please don't hit me. My brain isn't working well to begin with, and if you hit me more, it'll get even worse."
"What does your brain not working well have to do with me?" Yang Liu withdrew her hand and leisurely blew on her nails. "That's from when your master hit you with a rice bowl."
Nie Heng: "..."
Nie Heng dared not speak; Aunt Liu of the old Ruan family holds the highest authority, not to be provoked, not to be provoked.
