Several hours later.
Ye Jiajia and the others were given a vicious dressing-down by their families, ordered into confinement to stay obediently at home, and forbidden from using virtual devices to enter the virtual network again.
Yet none of the elders from these great families could find any joy in it. Every one of them looked as though storm clouds hung over their heads.
"It's over, completely over. My Chen Family grandson is too wild—I can't discipline him anymore. When I first started beating him, he actually said, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never mock a poor youth,' and even talked back to me."
A white-haired old man gritted his teeth.
"My child was the same. When I beat him before, he should've been so scared he'd leap and scramble everywhere. But now he doesn't jump. He just stands there shouting something about how if you make mistakes out in the world, you must admit them, and when taking a beating, you must stand at attention. It's enough to infuriate me to death. Of all times for him to grow a backbone, it had to be now."
Another old man in black was nearly dying of rage.
"You've got it good. Before I even hit my kid, he started shouting, 'If people don't offend me, I won't offend them; if they offend me, I yield them three parts; if they offend me again, I return the needle; if they still offend me, I uproot the grass and destroy the roots.' He acted as if hitting him would make us sworn enemies who could not live under the same sky. His skin was itching for a beating, so I was so angry I beat him again."
An old bald man was so furious smoke seemed