"Smack!" With a crisp sound, Shi Zhenduo turned around and gave his grandson a slap, then raised his walking stick and fiercely struck him with it.
"You worthless thing, I just said there is no place for you to speak here, don't you understand the rules?"
"Dad, Shi Quan is young and doesn't understand, please don't stoop to his level."
The middle-aged man standing on the other side of Shi Zhenduo stepped forward to support him, while gesturing with his eyes for his son Shi Quan to step back.
Then, turning his head with a forced smile, he said to Xie Yanhai, "Yanhai, we sincerely came here to pay our respects to your aunt, not to cause trouble. So, let us in, we'll pay our respects and leave, how about that?"
"Not good at all, I already made it very clear just now. If you didn't hear me, let me say it again. My mother's dying wish was that no one from the Shi family should set foot inside the doorway!"