"You're still irascible and bilious as back then, father. I guessed bad behaviour is hard to die after all," Wang Lei nonchalantly spouted snarky remarks and bowed slightly at him and Zhao Dishi.
Zhao Sheng and Song Jing glared at him for angering the old man further yet inwardly, they praised him for having a huge gut to countered his hot-tempered father-in-law.
Meanwhile, the old man almost spat out blood because of his sharp tongue. His rage spiked to the roof and before he could brandish his stick once again and objurgated him, he saw Wang Lei poured a cup of tea and passed the cup to him with both hands.
"Anger doesn't suit your old age well, father. Sit down and drink the tea. It will soothe your wrath and calm your nerves."