"Papa, who is this boy? Why is this old man protecting him so much?" Holding the sleeve of his father's shirt, Aguinaldo asked, annoyed.
He didn't understand why this couldn't be resolved soon. After all, compared to him, who was that boy?
For the first time in his life, Mirulipa felt like slapping his son. He looked in the direction of Old Hazael worriedly. As arrogant as he was, Old Hazael's status and strength was far greater than hisown. Even the family background was worse than Old Hazael's.
Seeing that Old Hazael wasn't even bothering to look at him, as he was attempting a psychological tug of war against Elder Yamashi, Mirulipa took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Then he said softly, "Don't provoke this old man; he is very powerful. Can't you see that even the elder is not going against him?"
Edited by: ShadowOfSolace