C78 A son does not teach his father (1)

In the Luo Family Main Hall, Luo Jian's father sat upright with a teacup in his hand. His brows were tightly knitted, and his deeply furrowed brows seemed to be like a square character.

"What's going on? Who dares to provoke you again? " At this moment, a pair of hands extended out from behind the man's back and lightly rubbed against his shoulders