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"I... I..." Wu Kongkong didn't dare to look up at his grandfather's face; his father was okay, a little sweet talk and everything would be fine, but not with grandfather. He was an old-fashioned antique who insisted on clarifying everything."
Lying wouldn't get past him, it was over, he had no choice but to confess.
But once he did, he was sure to be cleaned up.
Wu Kongkong now felt like crying. He didn't understand why his grandfather had to ask such questions?
If he told the truth, he was done for.
"Do you want me to make you talk with my own hands?" Wu Feng, seeing his grandson's demeanor, had already guessed it. Eight or nine out of ten, this little brat had been fooling around, even bullying people by throwing his weight around.
From elementary school to college, fighting all the way until now, he didn't know how many times he had to clean up after him.
Wu Kongkong, hearing his grandfather's icy words, hurriedly confessed the truth.