Facing Fang Guanghui's childish mockery, the proud Xia Anyang couldn't bear it any longer and didn't need to.
He grabbed Fang Guanghui's shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, his expression filled with a mix of imperiousness and paternal conviction.
"Youyou's dad, you're already well into your thirties, so could you please not continue with these childish imitations! You're setting a bad example in front of the kids, they'll pick up bad habits from you."
Everyone is a 30-year-old adult, and being reprimanded in such a patronizing way by a peer naturally made Fang Guanghui somewhat resentful:
"Calling me childish? And was that 'puh-ha ha ha' laughter just now really fitting for a dad?"
Saying this, Fang Guanghui imitated Xia Anyang's previous posture and let out a swaggering laugh.
It seemed he possessed a unique talent in mimicry, capturing the essence of Xia Anyang's adolescent antics with such precision that even Emperor Youyou felt it imitated the soul!