"That old fart..."
Before Liu Baixiao could speak, Liu Yushui sneered, his face full of disdain.
"You expect an old cripple with two broken legs to discipline my dad? Lin Liuzi, what the hell is in your head, shit?"
Upon hearing his words, Lin Liuzi's face turned red with anger. He had never seen such rebellious and disrespectful behaviour. They even dared to curse their own grandfather. Today, he was truly enlightened.
"I'm going to kill you ungrateful bastards!"
With that, he lifted up his hoe, ready to strike Liu Baixiao and Liu Qingshui.
Although both men loved to take advantage of situations, they dared not confront Lin Liuzi head on. They were like Liu Rumei, covering their heads and running into the yard.
"Are you okay, where are you hurt?"
After everyone had run off, Lin Liuzi put down his hoe, came to Liu Chushui's side, helped him up, and asked.