Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Old Master Ye: â...â
I have never seen such an arrogant person before.
âYou are so young....â He clenched his teeth and fumed, âBut you have your nose in the air. How did your parents teach you?â
Speaking of this, the little thing became even more fearless.
She puffed her cheeks and swayed her head, âMy daddy said this: we either cut the weeds and eliminate the roots or burn the bones to ashes.â
Huo Chenyu: â...â
Old Master Huo started to question his life. â...â Where did this child learn this from?
â....â Huo Yao felt comforted for no good reason.
It looks like the little thing did remember what he said before.
The little thing put her hands behind her back like a little adult and slowly continued, âMy mommy said that she likes to convince people with her virtues.â
Old Master Yeâs expressions improved slightly.
So there was still some hope for the mother.
But before he could stay comforted for a few seconds, the little thing blinked her dark eyes and crisply stated,
âBut for all those who arenât convinced, they are dead people.â
Old Master Yeâs fingertips trembled from fury. â...If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.â
What kind of parents is that?!
Huo Yao raised an eyebrow unhappily. He pulled the little girl into his arms and humphed, an indescribable expression appeared on his handsome face, âOld Master Ye, are you doubting my education?â
The man was dressed in a black suit. His eyes hid coldly under his hair as he smiled slightly, sending chills up their spines.
The way he looked seemed to say: if you are doubting my education, then my gun and I might also have objections.
It was a straightforward threat!
Old Master Ye inhaled deeply and laughed coldly, âI have never seen people who are as arrogant as you two.â
Shen Chuchen grinned and butted in, âYouâve seen it now.â
The man saw that Old Master Yeâs face was red from fury, he smiled again and intentionally added on. âIf you have free time, please do come out and gain more knowledge and experience, youâll realize that Huo Yao isnât only arrogant, but heâs also a dog.â
The three of them echoed one another, making Old Master Ye furious.
He pointed at Ye Sang with trembling fingers and spat out these words, âIgnorant child!â
â...â
Huo Chenyu looked like this useless middle-aged old man and smiled, â... Old master.â
Old Master Ye interrupted him unhappily, âDonât call me!â
He laughed coldly, âYour arrogant child looks exactly the same as Huo Yao.â
Ye Sang pouted, âIâm not ignorant.â
She looked at him with her pretty eyes and continued, âSangsangâs eyes are filled with you.â
Old Master Ye: â...â
He would die from fury if he continued to talk to this ignorant kid!!
Old Master Huo laughed silently.
As expected of his granddaughter.
The way that she seemed to argue for the sake of arguing definitely originated from Huo Yao when he was young.
âYou know how to paint?â Because Old Master Ye wouldnât win against her in speaking, he had no choice but to forcefully change the topic.
Ye Sang straightened her back and the hair swayed with her, âI know.â
Her grandpa taught her himself and she was confident enough with it.
Old Master Ye smiled coldly, âFine.â
âHereâs a brush, paint!â
He took a step away and passed the paintbrush to her, watching Ye Sang with a cold smile as if he was ready to watch her fail.
Huo Yaoâs forehead throbbed and a bad feeling rose in his heart.
It was understandable that she was angry for her friend.
But she would definitely be mocked if she failed, judging by Old Master Yeâs harsh personality.
His lips curved upwards into a half-smile at Old Master Huo, his pair of dark eyes turned cold.
Old Master Ye touched his beard and smiled, âChildren are so ignorant nowadays.â
âEven I started painting at ten, let alone you.â
The fact that six-year-old Shen Yao could paint was already made her be considered gifted.
It wasnât strange for him to be angry that a five-year-old talked so big.
He scorned, âDonât tell me you donât even know to hold a brush like that kid just now.â
The little thing looked up and widened her eyes in annoyance, humphed, and sat down.
The way she sat was rather professional but the person standing next to her held her in disdain.
Shen Chuchen lowered his voice and asked, âThat little thing knows how to paint?â
Even Shen Chuchen was shocked by her egotistical words after he had seen so much.
Huo Yao shook his head without expressions, âShe doesnât.â
But itâs fine.
If that old thing really mocks his daughter, heâll make him learn the vicious side of human hearts.
Shen Chuchen raised an eyebrow. He wasnât disappointed because he didnât expect the little thing to know something.
The man studied Old Master Ye and pondered.
If that old man really bullies his little thing in front of so many people, he wouldnât mind letting him know what it means to get beaten up by society.
Old Master Ye sneezed after the two big shots set their eyes on him.
He frowned slightly.
Whoâs thinking about him?
...
While everyone else was thinking about different things, the little thing bit her lips and recalled the way her grandpa held the brush. She took the brush with her thumb and index finger, winding it with her middle finger, grasping the brush tightly in her hand.
The little thing looked down and straightened her back, her posture and way of holding the brush were rather professional.
â...â Old Master Ye swallowed the mockery he wanted to say.
He was slightly surprised and asked,
âYou taught her how to hold a brush?â
Old Master Huo noticed the little girl and saw her standard way of holding the brush, he immediately showed up happily, âNo no no, I wouldnât know something like that.â
He spent half of his life plotting against a bunch of old foxes in the business world.
How would he have time to learn how to paint?
Old Master Yeâs expressions darkened.
No one taught her?
Impossible.
It would take at least a year or two to master the way that she held her brush just now.
But how old was she?
Only freaking five!!
Old Master Ye gradually started to question his life.
Old Master Huo laughed, looking particularly pleased with himself, âMy Sangsang doesnât speak much, but who told you that she never learned it before?â
âCanât she be a self-made genius?â
Old Master Yeâs face turned white.
When he realized that the little girl mightâve really touched painting for a long time, he knew that a slap in the face was coming.
However...
He wasnât a sore loser who canât afford to lose.
Let alone the fact that she was just a child.
Old Master Ye didnât bother to nitpick anymore. He sat down with his legs crossed and started to study Ye Sang curiously.
Because the little thing was too angry, she couldnât even calm down when she was painting.
The way she pouted made her look like a little blowfish.
When the tip of the brush touched the paper, it wasnât shaky and discontinuous like a beginner, but every single stroke was smooth and flowing as if she practiced it thousands of times in her mind. Her posture was upright and everything flowed smoothly.