บท 417: Brothers turned enemies

"Let's just sit back and see where it goes. It's better if they can exchange a few punches to vent their frustrations," Grandpa Tang shook his head and stroked his beard, "Even if you go between them, which son are you going to stand up for? As a father, you can't be biased. Just sit back and let them bleed. They are men. They won't die after losing a few drops of blood," He could almost see the brothers drawing swords at each other.

Grandpa Song leaned back on the couch. As much as it hurt his heart to see his sons like this, he knew what this old fox said was true. The moment he interfered, he had to take a side and that was not what he wanted to do.

"Why don't you do that yourself? It disgusts me to know that I'm sharing the same blood as a fucking asshole," Song Tianyi spoke through gritted teeth.

Grandpa Tang pressed his hands on Grandpa Song's ear knowing that two to three more curses like this and the man would probably blast.