Who Was the Target?

"Old Xu, say that again! We can joke about anything, but don't drag my granddaughter into it.

Believe it or not, I'll take apart every old bone in your body right now.

If you're not convinced, the two of us can have a go right here in the yard?"

The old man called Zhao Dahu had been smiling amiably, but the moment Old Xu mentioned his granddaughter, he seemed to become an entirely different person.

His previously half-lidded eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp gleam.

Xu Guoyuan knew he had said the wrong thing. In their circle, everyone knew that Zhao Dahu would not get angry no matter what was said to him.

The only thing no one could mention was his granddaughter. She was his weak spot.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Xu Guoyuan did not want to lose face just like that.

Nor did he want to keep arguing about this subject with Zhao Dahu, who had never known what reason was.

So he composed himself before asking,

"You old bastard, you didn't come all this way just to laugh at me, did you? Go on, what do you want from me?"

His old comrade had already backed down, and as comrades-in-arms for many years, Zhao Dahu was not about to press the matter. He returned to his smiling expression and said,

"Isn't it because of that boy in your family? So, are you interested..."

Before Old Master Zhao could finish, Old Xu hurriedly cut him off.

"Not interested. Don't get any ideas about my grandson!"

"You old bastard, I knew you wouldn't agree. Actually, I came today to ask you for a favor!"

Zhao did not stand on ceremony and plopped down across from Xu Guoyuan.

Just as he was about to explain why he had