"Brat, I told you to stop scrolling Douyin so much. Did you hear me?!"
"Can't you watch something more worthwhile for once?!"
In the courtyard.
Tong Tai sat in a rocking chair, enjoying the cool air. When he looked up, he saw his grandson Wang Ming excitedly bobbing his head while holding a tablet, and immediately voiced his displeasure.
As one of Qingjiang Province's outstanding composers of the last century.
Seventy-six-year-old Tong Tai held a lofty position throughout Qingjiang's music world.
With his sharp eye, biting tongue, fondness for Weibo, and ability to keep up with young people's tastes, Tong Tai had two hundred thousand followers on Weibo.
He was an old geezer who got along well in both elderly and young people's circles.
Tong Tai was immensely proud of his achievements, and he therefore held his younger relatives to strict standards!
Yet his grandson Wang Ming, who was currently in college, had inherited none of his talent.
After all, they were a musical family!
He usually told Wang Ming to read more refined material, appreciate things with depth and substance, and cultivate his character, but the boy never listened.
Every day, he cradled a tablet and sat across from him, endlessly scrolling through short videos!
And now, he was acting crazy again.
"Hehe. Hehe."
Wang Ming reclined in his chair, staring at the tablet and giggling foolishly.
Three deep horizontal creases formed on Tong Tai's forehead.
He had probably come across some gorgeous girl again, right?
Tong Tai knew that young people on the internet dressed rather boldly these days.
For his grandson to grin like that, whatever he was watching this time had to be pretty stimulating!
"Hehe. Hehehehe."
Wang Ming let out another obscenely lascivious laugh.
"Brat! What are you watching?!"
Unable to endure it any longer,