What can an elderly man with poor recognition skills do when he can't make out who's who?
Of course, choosing to offer some good-natured understanding is the way forward.
Ji Dong'er definitely wouldn't dare to have any sort of opinion about Mr. Fan.
"Uncle Fan, did you manage to subdue that locust tree?" Ji Dong'er asked curiously, her wide eyes brimming with the desire for knowledge.
Mr. Fan tossed the locust branch to Yang Fan, suddenly letting out a faint sigh and said, "How could it be that easy? That thing simply didn't want to fight me. At this moment, it might be going through some critical timing and can't spare its attention."
