Heirloom

Ma Baoshan had just arrived at the door of the small courtyard where he lived when he saw his great-grandfather, grandfather, grandma, father, mother, eldest uncle, second uncle, and third uncle waiting in the courtyard.

Seeing this situation, Ma Baoshan knew that something was wrong and retreated.

"Stop!" Ma Baoshan's great-grandfather, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Ma Baoshan.

When Ma Baoshan heard his great-grandfather's voice, his scalp went numb and he had a terrible premonition.

Generally speaking, every time he got into trouble and came home, he only needed to see who spoke up to stop him to predict how big the ruckus would be this time.

One had to know that this was his great-grandfather, so he was definitely dead meat!

Oh no, oh no!

He didn't expect to meet his demise at 16 years of age.

There were still so many things he hadn't done in his short sixteen years of life, so he felt very rueful.