Just as Yang Zhengshan and Lin Zhan were speaking, a fist-sized snowball suddenly came flying toward Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan instinctively started to raise his hand to block the snowball, but the moment his hand lifted slightly, he stopped and let the snowball smack into his head.
Lin Zhan froze slightly at the sight. "Master!"
Yang Zhengshan looked at Yang Chengxian with a stern face. At this moment, Yang Chengxian was looking at Yang Zhengshan in complete panic, his eyes full of unease.
"Grandfather!"
Yang Zhengshan looked at him. "You little monkey, you're getting more and more unruly. Just watch how Grandfather deals with you!"
Finished speaking, Yang Zhengshan grabbed a clump of snow from the ground and threw it at Yang Chengxian.
The soft snowball burst open on Yang Chengxian's little head. Yang Chengxian was stunned at first, then immediately reacted. "Ah, Grandfather's coming! Run!"
With his shout, a group of little guys scattered in every direction, giggling.
Yang Zhengshan threw snowballs at them from time to time, and they also fought back against Yang Zhengshan.
For a time, because of Yang Zhengshan's joining in, the already joyful scene became even livelier.
Yang Zhengshan caught Yang Chengyou. "You kid are the naughtiest of all!"
As he spoke, he directly tossed Yang Chengyou into the snowdrift beside him. Not only was Yang Chengyou unafraid, he even scooped up a handful of snow and showered Yang Zhengshan's whole chest with it.
A dragon has nine sons, each one different.
The Yang Family had many people in its third generation, and their personalities and temperaments were all different as well.
Yang Chengye was mature and steady, Yang Chengmou was clever and eager to learn, Yang Wanqing was proper and courteous, Yang Chengxian was lively and active, Yang Chengzhang was the rowdiest, Yang