"Shameless, how can there be such shameless stuff in this world. Oh my, it really blinded these old eyes of mine!" Feng Ju was furious, and he stepped forward to slam the TV directly onto the ground.
A pungent burnt smell mixed with crackling noises filled the air, and the brand-new Jinxing twenty-one inch color TV was thus scrapped.
Old Yang jumped in anger: "Hey, what's with your temper, huh! You're angry, but why smash my TV?
This was the first money my Chenchen earned from his factory to honor me, how meaningful it is!
I've been thinking about saving it and taking it with me in the coffin.
Such a precious thing and you just smashed it on the floor, how are we supposed to settle this account?"
Feng Ju was so angry that his three corpse gods were jumping, smoke was rising from his seven orifices, there was no time to argue about this!
He casually apologized and dashed next door.
Afraid that if he were even a little bit late, his prized student would suffer some grievance.
