Old Master Dongfang Zhongming clearly wanted to hide.
But Yu Han Yan not only didn't cooperate, she turned her body completely aside, forcibly exposing him and teased: "That's your son, what are you scared of him for? If he dares to look at you like that, if it were me, I'd never tolerate it, I'd have to go up and slap him a couple of times!"
Dongfang Zhongming curled up into a ball, trying hard not to let his son see him, and said: "You think you could give birth to such an awesome son? Even if you had ten thousand years to sow your seeds, your family wouldn't have that fortune."
Yu Han Yan retorted proudly: "But at least I'm not afraid of my son."
Dongfang Zhongming said: "I just like being afraid of my son, what's it to you? Eating your family's Spirit Rice?"
"Then if you have guts, don't hide!"
"I freaking had sixty or seventy of them, do you think I'm gutsy or not?"
Dongfang Zhongming said angrily.
"... "
Yu Han Yan was actually tongue-tied by the retort.
