Hand Shortening

"Stinking brat, does your father look like an old man with dementia?"

Xie Yu immediately shook his head.

"Of course not. Father is in his prime right now."

Xie Yu's incomparably firm eyes added a bit of credibility to his words.

"Then do you think —" Xie Yuan pointed at the eight-year-old girl in front of him and said, "Do you think that I will believe that she is a Tier 4 alchemist?"

This time, Young Lord really kicked the metal plate.

He knew that his lord wasn't someone to be trifled with. He was on the verge of going berserk, yet he still dared to joke around with him like this. Was this inappropriate?

Zhao Shuning couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the father and son before her.

Did he not seem to have any credibility at the moment?

"Zhao Shuning, you're still laughing, aren't you afraid that the Xie Family will deal with you? Moreover, how did you become an alchemist just like that?"