Moved

"You bastard, say it again." Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes and wanted to pick up his crutch and hit him.

Mo Bei walked out of the room faster than him.

He held Feng Nai's wrist sideways, pulled him behind him, and said in a light voice, "Grandpa, don't be angry."

Is this to be protected? Are you still protecting me now?

Mr. Feng let out a long sigh, looked at his incompetent grandson, and spoke in a cold voice.