Du Jiang stared at the closed door behind him in a daze, very suspicious, "Are we being kicked out of the house?"

Huo Yang sighed, "Yeah, the old man has a bad temper, so it's better not to get in the way today."

In response, Huo Yang and Du Jiang both said that the elderly are not to be messed with.

Huo Yang, who was rarely busy, was quite open-minded. "Since we can't go back, why don't I take you for a walk? We haven't been out for a long time."

"Okay," Du Jiang thought about it and realized that he really didn't have anything to do. If he stayed at home, he was afraid that the two old men would nag him. Thinking of this, Du Jiang nodded impatiently, "Let's go, let's go. It's just the right time for the season to change, so I can buy you some clothes. This way, you and your father won't be wearing either black or white all day long. I'm so tired of it that I don't even know how to change colors."

Huo Yang looked at the black clothes on his body and closed his mouth silently.

Du Jiang must have been triggered to some point, and he kept chattering along the way, saying things like, "Clothes make the man, saddles make the horse, you can't not dress up," "Even though I know you're good-looking, it can't stop you from dressing well, you have no temperament," and "It doesn't matter to you, an old man, but Xingle is still young and dresses so old-fashioned. I don't know if it's because of you. He really doesn't learn the good things but only the bad ones."

Huo Yang, the driver, listened to Du Jiang's chatter all the way until the car arrived at the shopping mall parking lot. Looking at the quiet car, Huo Yang was obviously relieved, and his face looked visibly better.

However, Huo Yang obviously overestimated Du Jiang's ability to chatter, because after getting off the car, Du Jiang continued to chatter, and this was just the beginning.

During the following shopping time, Huo Yang was completely defeated by Du Jiang's nagging. At the same time, he also cursed himself in his heart why he chose shopping instead of going to the movies. Perhaps if he sat under the big screen, Du Jiang would be quieter. Unfortunately, he regretted that there was no if.

So when Huo Yang came home exhausted that night, Du Siming and Huo Ze almost thought he was sick. They looked at Du Jiang in confusion, "Yang Yang doesn't look well. Is he feeling unwell?"

Uh, Du Jiang was also very surprised. He looked at Huo Yang for a long time. When he saw his expression when they were shopping together in the afternoon, Du Jiang couldn't help but blurt out, "Maybe he's old and weak, so he has so little energy."

Uh, silence spread, and Huo Yang's face completely fell. He looked at Du Jiang as if he was looking at a heartless person. Du Jiang felt a little guilty, but still said stubbornly, "I'm not wrong. I just went shopping in two malls. Your face looked worse and worse the whole time. It's not that you're not physically fit. It's true that you can't sit in the office without exercise."

Du Siming and Huo Ze's eyes shifted between Du Jiang and Huo Yang.

Huo Ze, who had the honor of accompanying Du Jiang shopping, was the first to react. He immediately looked at Huo Yang with a lot of sympathy. Perhaps because the other party was his nephew, Huo Ze couldn't help but explain on Huo Yang's behalf, "Jiang Jiang, don't be angry. Yang Yang has been sitting in the office for a long time and his physical strength is a little poor. You are being looked down upon. We are an old couple, right?"

After saying this, Huo Yang looked at Huo Ze unkindly and said grimly, "Uncle, the last time you accompanied Jiang Jiang shopping, your face wasn't much better than mine, and that was just a shopping mall."

Huo Ze was immediately displeased when his past was exposed. He looked at Huo Ze with a sinister look, "Really? Could it be that you are not physically weak, but you saw a young girl while shopping and you disliked Jiang Jiang because she is old and ugly?"

With one sentence, he attacked two people indiscriminately. It was too late for Du Siming to stop him. He could only watch as his good brother was instantly suppressed by Du Jiang and Huo Yang. He was so blocked that he stammered and couldn't say a word.

When Huo Xingle entered the house, the whole living room was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Although he didn't know what had happened, his sixth sense of danger sent out a roaring alarm. So before Du Jiang and the others could reach out to grab the person and seek justice, Huo Xingle relied on his sense of crisis to instantly escape from the house.

"Bang!"

There was a loud sound of the door opening and closing violently.

Looking at the moving gate, Du Jiang and the others looked at each other in confusion.

After a long while, Du Jiang found his voice again. "It's really that serious, this unfortunate child."

"Exactly. He has no respect for elders at all. I think he should copy the Filial Piety Sutra several times." Huo Yang agreed. "When he comes back, let him copy both the Filial Piety Sutra and the Diamond Sutra fifty times."

Listening to Huo Yang's words, Du Jiang turned his gaze back to the other person's face and sneered, "How dare you? He was slow to become enlightened to begin with. Don't you want him to become enlightened in this lifetime by copying the scriptures?"

These words were extremely vicious. Regardless of whether Huo Yang believed them or not, Du Siming and Huo Ze believed them. So there was no need for Du Jiang to continue speaking, as the two of them had already started glaring at Huo Yang.

"You dare"

"You dare"

The sound of the duet prevented Huo Yang from punishing him, and also allowed the unsuspecting Huo Xingle to secretly escape.

Although he was not very willing, Huo Xingle still returned home when the night deepened.

Looking at the empty living room, Huo Xingle breathed a sigh of relief. "Really? I'm almost thirty years old, and I still have to flee home for refuge."

"Hmph, you run fast." The sound in the dark scared Huo Xingle so much that he jumped.

As the lights turned on, Huo Xingle looked at Du Siming who slowly emerged from the shadows. He exhaled heavily and patted his chest which was heaving violently. "Grandpa, what are you doing here? Are my parents rested yet?"

"Otherwise," Du Siming asked, "I thought you didn't plan to come back."

Hearing this, Huo Xingle shrugged and said, "I do want to, but if I don't reply, I'm afraid my dad will break my legs tomorrow."

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