Lin Yian didn't hear the answer, and he didn't care too much, so he just squinted his eyes and repeated slowly: "Little beast?"

His voice was cold, and he paused every word, as if he was hiding a sharp blade.

Lin Mingyang shivered in a cold manner.

Lin Yian lifted the corners of his lips with a sarcasm. He tilted his head lightly, sniffed at the corners of his lips, and then grabbed his hair without warning and knocked it hard on the table.

With a dull sound, Lin Mingyang's head was stunned. Even though the dining table was covered with heavy tablecloths, the excessively violent impact still made him unable to recover for a long time.

The wine glasses and bowls on the dining table were knocked over in an instant, shattering all over the ground, and the woman's scream instantly pierced her eardrums: "Ming Yang!"

Lin Mingyang's throat was tight, and he felt dizzy in front of him, and he couldn't even speak.

But Lin Yian had no intention of stopping. He grabbed his hair with one hand and forced him to raise his head. His voice was gloomy and cold: "Don't move anyone, otherwise I'll kill this little bastard on the spot."

He looked down at Lin Mingyang, but he said something to He Ping.

Although He Ping was eager to protect her son, she stopped in place because of his unconcealed resentment and did not dare to go forward.

He has been married to Lin Yiping for so many years, but outsiders don’t know his younger brother, but He Ping knows a lot.

Mr. Lin's youngest son has always been a reckless and can't control anyone. He was very ruthless when he was young, and his style was cruel and wild. In just a few years, his temper has been much more restrained.

But the perverseness is still there in the bones, and no matter how small it is.

He Ping is really afraid that he will take action seriously.

When Lin Mingyang recovered from the dizziness, Lin Yian lowered his eyes and glanced at him, and asked softly: "Which finger was used to point at my child just now?"

He heard his tone, He Ping's face changed again and again. While signaling her eldest son to find the old man, she gritted her teeth and persuaded him: "Second brother, Mingyang is still a child. It's not good for you, an adult, to care about the child like this, right?"

Lin Yian raised his eyes, his eyes cold and fainted: "He is a child, so are you?"

If the son does not teach, the father is the fault and the child is not taught well, He Ping, a mother, will definitely have an unshirkable responsibility.

He choked back and He Ping couldn't help but feel a little worried: "No matter what, it's a bit too much for you, an elder, to fight with the younger child?"

"What's too much?" Lin Yian pressed Lin Mingyang's head with one hand, took the fruit knife in the dining plate with the other, and played with it between his slender fingers, and said in a quiet tone, "The child was not a human when he was young. If he didn't educate him for a while, he would be even more human when he grew up."

"..." He Ping was choked and speechless.

Mr. Lin saw a scene that almost caused him to fall into heart shock when he got off the floor.

The restaurant was in a mess, as if there was a big fight. The white walls on the dining table on the floor were filled with red wine splashing out, and there were various fine glass shards closer to the wall.

The servants who were originally decorating the restaurant shivered into small shrimps, curled up in every corner, and did not dare to make a sound;

At the dining table, the youngest son pressed his grandson with one hand and played with the fruit knife with the other, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and his expression was indifferent;
Chapter completed!