"Ah——are you just bullying me, an old man who just lost his beloved son? Ah—"

That action was intended to hit someone, but he didn't want people to think he did it on purpose.

Hua Yaoyao retreated a few steps calmly, and at the same time faintly pulled back the little boy next to him.

This old thing is really shameless.

The sudden change in the core area shocked the seventeenth family grandma Yue and others who were about to come over to pull Hua Yaoyao out, so frightened that they did not dare to act rashly.

"This……"

"Aunt Seventeen, wait a minute."

Grandma of the Seven Clans and Xu Huashi instinctively grabbed Yue Shi, "The past is too dangerous now, we can't go."

"Yeah, looking at Mr. Bafang's posture, I'm afraid he wants to hit someone."

Grandma Ma was also shocked, "Why hasn't Yaoyao come out yet?"

"The matter has not been resolved, and it is inappropriate for her to leave now."

Although Yue Shi was held back, he was very smart, "Since the Brothers of the Eight Clans are talking about Yaoyao today, we have to deal with it face to face."

"Otherwise, the folks thought she was guilty."

"Aunt Seventeen is right, Yaoyao can't leave now."

"Ah."

Hua Deqing laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to grab Hua Deru's arm, shook his hand and slapped him again.

"Snapped."

Well, it's symmetrical now.

For obsessive-compulsive disorder, seeing a face with palm prints on both sides is much more pleasing to the eye.

Hua Deqing looked at the old guy in his hand with cold eyes, and frightened him to stop his waving movements.

Hua Deru was in a daze, blinded by tears and snot.

Seeing that he was completely quiet, Hua Deqing said in a deep voice: "Hua Deru, you should ask yourself..."

"Are we bullying you, or are you relying on the old to bully the younger generation?"

"Don't act recklessly because of your seniority. Otherwise, I don't mind kicking out your eighth and third brothers together with fifth brother and eleventh brother."

"Woooooooo..."

Hua Deru cried, this time he really cried, very sadly.

"Uncle Seventeen, you... how could you treat my father like this?"

Hua Zhengliang, the boss of the eighth house, finally squeezed out from the crowd, wanting to step forward to help his father.

"You stop for me."

Seeing that he wanted to get closer, Hua Deqing sneered, "I am talking to your father, how can you, a junior, get involved?"

"But my father..."

Hua Zhengliang looked at his father's miserable face covered with tears and snot, and couldn't bear it in his heart, "That's my father, if you dare to beat my father again, I will clean up your family."

"Oh, cousin, you are really promising."

At this moment, two young men in their twenties stood up, "You two brothers, you don't want to deal with us, but you only dare to deal with our youngest brother?"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, I'm not afraid of him."

A boy in his teens also squeezed out of the crowd and stood beside the two elder brothers, "I have no cowards in my seventeenth house."

Hua Deqing looked at his three sons with satisfaction, and looked at Hua Zhengliang mockingly: "How? You go."

While speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Hua Deru again: "Look, this is the good son you have taught."

"He's older than me, but he still wants to bully my youngest son. He's really promising."

Hua Deru's eyes were fierce, staring at his eldest son with hatred.

Damn, I knew that such a soft bastard should have been strangled to death when he was born.

Sensing the stare from his father, Hua Zhengliang turned his gaze, and quickly changed the subject: "What about the second brother, where has such a big event happened at home, where is he hiding?"

"Boss eight, you forgot, your father knocked your second brother down and fainted, and he is still lying in their room now."

It was Hua Dezhao who was standing with Hua Zhengming and the others who answered the conversation.

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