"Alright, that will do, is there any discomfort anywhere?"
Jadka chuckled, gently stroking Ya Ya's hair, his eyes brimming with indulgence and tenderness.
Smack!
The girl, however, irritably swatted the old man's hand away and snarled, "Old Jia, you really think of me as your own daughter, don't you? If you want one, go flirt with some auntie and have your own kid, stop being so cheesy with me."
"Hey, now, what are you saying? How could I possibly think of you as my daughter."
Jadka innocently spread his hands and blinked, saying, "I think of you as my granddaughter."
"Oh."
Ya Ya nodded, then with an expressionless face, grabbed Jadka's wrist, and then…
Boom!
The arm-trap throw!
Clang!
Avalanche-style shoulder throw!
Crack!
Neck-breaking arm hold!
Snap!
Throat-lock fix!
Bam!
Torsion backflip from the abdomen!
"You old geezer…"
