"Since you're useless here now, just get lost." Yu Jiayi said coldly, quite rudely.
"Even if you don't need me to treat him, let me see the old man at least. After all, the old man and I are old acquaintances," Hao Jian said with a smile, seemingly unbothered.
"You're Hao Jian, right? After all these years, you still haven't changed your habit of freeloading? It was only because the old man doted on you that an unknown wild child like you could eat and stay with us. Do you think you can still cling to our family like before?" Yu Zhixun also said sarcastically, clearly disliking Hao Jian.
Because his father had favored Hao Jian more than his own grandson, claiming Hao Jian had a natural, cold-blooded temperament as a soldier similar to himself when he was young, Yu Zhixun thought those words were nonsensical.