"Kill my grandson?"
After Lu Shaoqing said this, Song Guanchao remained unfazed, but Grandma suddenly sat up from her chair.
The face that was kind and gentle was instantly as cold as frost.
The little old lady was just about 1.63 meters tall, but at this moment, with her anger, she actually made Lu Yuan and his wife feel timid.
When Grandma stood up, Grandpa and Mr. Chi also stood up simultaneously.
Song Guanchao quickly patted Grandma's shoulder, "At your age, don't get angry. It's a new year, don't let annoyance ruin it."
"Your grandson is not a child anymore; he can handle this."
Grandma's face was filled with fury, and she coldly stared at Lu Yuan's family of three for a few seconds before nodding and sitting back down.
Song Guanchao took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at Lu Shaoqing, who was getting up from the ground, and said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'm right here, go ahead, find someone to kill me."
