Enforcing family discipline?
Jiang Yutai suddenly stopped his actions, turned his head, and looked at Old Sir Jiang in disbelief.
He opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Grandfather..."
"Dad, you must be joking," Qiu Shuyun directly asked, "not Yutai, right?"
Old Sir Jiang looked at her coldly, "You've raised a son who is unruly and don't even know it's wrong? Do I need to discipline you too?"
Qiu Shuyun shivered slightly; a round of family discipline could leave her with scars, and she would lose face in Upper City's social circle if word got out.
"Alright, Yutai also needs to learn a lesson," Jiang Zhengfeng said with a sullen face.
"Dad!" Jiang Yutai looked at him with dissatisfaction.
"Don't call me Dad; I don't have a son like you!" Jiang Zhengfeng shouted sternly, making his attitude clear.
Jiang Yutai knew he couldn't rely on his parents, so he looked at Old Sir Jiang only to see the grandfather who never liked him staring at him coldly.
