Ji Li was stubborn.
Old Master Ji's brow twitched with anger, and he raised his cane to strike.
"Grandpa, you can't get angry just because I told the truth."
Ji Li shouted as he ran.
Old Ji swung his cane even more frequently, but as he got older, his stamina couldn't keep up, and he was out of breath after a short while.
Chairman Zhang went up to stop and dissuade people.
"Alright, old man, don't really make yourself sick from getting so angry."
"I'm so angry! This brat doesn't understand traditional Chinese painting at all, and he even slanders it."
"Everyone has different preferences, that's normal."
"But we must not forget where we come from."
"..."
Chairman Zhang couldn't comment on this.
If that brat dares to slander his own country's things to achieve his own foreign worship, he'll definitely break his legs.
"Find someone to kick him out."
Old Master Ji didn't want to see Ji Li, this unfilial descendant, said.
Chairman Zhang called over security and asked them to escort Ji Li out.
"Wait, throw out all the garbage artwork he's exhibiting today too."
"Grandpa, that's my masterpiece, not trash. You can't throw it away."
"Shut up."
Old Ji growled.
Even if you sew my mouth shut, you can't throw away my painstakingly created work.
Ji Li disagreed.
Old Ji was so angry that he felt a tightness in his chest.
This painting is uglier than graffiti, and this brat dares to say it's a labor of love?
His reputation as a master of traditional Chinese painting is about to be ruined by this unfilial grandson.
"Ji Li".
Shu Mowan suddenly called out to Ji Li.
"what?"
Ji Li turned to look at her and saw several thin needles flying towards him. He was startled, and by the time he reacted and tried to dodge, they had already pierced his body.
He suddenly realized that he could not only not move, but also could not speak.
"Ahhh..."
Ji Li panicked and cried out to Shu Mowan.
Shu Mowan clapped her hands. "Didn't you ask Old Master Ji to sew your mouth shut?"
She was simply accommodating him.
Ji Li's eyes widened, wanting to say that he was just joking, how could she take it seriously?
And were the silver needles she flew at coated with a deadly poison? Otherwise, why couldn't he move his body?
"You can take him to his room now."
Shu Mowan said to the security guard.
Security guards were ordered to take Ji Li away.
Old Master Ji walked up to Shu Mowan, looking apologetic: "Shu Mo, I'm sorry, I made you laugh at me."
“Mr. Ji, it’s fine for me to laugh at him, but the most important thing is that if you let Young Master Ji continue to be such a scoundrel, your good reputation in your later years may be in jeopardy.”
Shu Mowan spoke frankly.
Old Master Ji's face stiffened slightly, then he smiled bitterly, "Shumo, you're right. It's all my fault for being too lenient with his parents' discipline."
Shu Mowan declined to comment.
How other people raise their children is their business.
However, if you spoil your child like this, it's only a matter of time before they become shameful.
Old Master Ji's face flushed slightly, he was embarrassed.
But in the end, concern for his grandson prevailed, and he couldn't help but ask, "Shumo, is Ji Li alright?"
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