บท 1725: Undercurrent

Feng Ao Kuai drank the tea and moistened his throat.

Even if his brain could catch up, his mouth still felt dry after talking for a long time with Mu Sheng Shuang.

"100 years too early? Brat, don't overestimate yourself." Old Master Nan walked and sat not far from Feng Ao Kuai. He didn't listen to their every word because it was too tiring and if he forced himself to listen, he might fall asleep in the middle.

In a way, he was actually quite similar to his oldest grandson. He also didn't really like to study and heard these complicated matters that Feng Ao Kuai was versatile with.

"Grandpa," Feng Ao Kuai called politely. He smiled faintly. "Am I wrong in this matter? He wouldn't be able to take advantage of me."