When Vilis heard Carlo grumble about her grandfather, she remembered her grandfather's assessment of Carlo and could not help laughing. She still clearly remembered what her grandfather had said about her father at the academy before she came home: "That father of yours is a good lad in every way, except he's too rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. He's a stubborn old mule. He's only in his forties, but he has the temperament of a man in his seventies or eighties."
Hearing his daughter laugh, Carlo frowned. "What are you laughing at? I'm talking to you. What's with that cheeky grin?" He put on a stern face, displeased with her.
Vilis playfully stuck out her tongue and laughed. "Hehe, Dad, do you know how Grandfather described you?"
Carlo raised an eyebrow. He knew his father could not possibly have said anything flattering, but he still asked, "How did he describe me?"
Vilis made a show of clearing her throat, then imitated the headmaster's tone. "That father of yours is a good lad in every way, except he's too rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. He's a stubborn old mule. He's only in his forties, but he has the temperament of a man in his seventies or eighties." Once she finished, she could no longer hold it in and clutched her stomach, laughing.
Holding her stomach, Vilis laughed loudly. "Hahaha... Dad, Grandfather called you a stubborn old mule! Rigid and completely inflexible! Hahaha... I'm dying!"
Carlo's face darkened. He actually knew what his father thought of him, but he had never expected his father to bad-mouth him in front of the younger generation. With a sour expression, he said, "That shameless old man has no dignity at his age. Talking about me like that in front of the