...
After a moment.
Inside Wang Shouzhe's study.
Wang Shouzhe looked at the layers of his descendants with a complex expression.
Under the light, Wang Baoguang was kneeling on the ground, clumsily holding his sore behind, his handsome face scrunched up like a bitter melon, looking pitiful.
Undoubtedly, this rascal had already been beaten up, and it was Wang Shouzhe himself who did it.
Normally, children in the family are disciplined by the previous generation. If the previous generation is not around, then the generation before can do it as well. Now, since Wang Baoguang's previous generation and the generation before them are both absent, he, as the Old Ancestor, had to take on the task.
"Ow~ Old Ancestor Grandfather." Wang Baoguang held his still aching behind with a pitiful expression, "You've already hit me, can't you listen to my explanation?"
