C113 Carving

Shi Gaang, fuming with anger, slammed his pipe down on the stone, extinguishing the flame. His beard quivered, and his face darkened with rage. "What nonsense are you spouting? Apologize to your uncle right now!"

"Grandpa, if it were Xiaoqi, would Uncle have acted the same way?"

Mrs. Zhou shot a fierce look. "How can Xiaoqi be compared to Xiaoqiu? One is lazy and deserves a good beating