The older the ginger, the spicier it is (1)

Tian Xiaojun walked to the living room dejectedly and sat opposite Tian shunliang.

Tian shunliang glanced at his disappointing son and said in a bad mood,""What are you doing? Aren't you very good at causing trouble? This is so embarrassing that it's thrown to the three mountains! Do I still have the face to go back in the future?"

"Dad! "I ..." Tian Xiaojun opened his mouth, but he stopped.

"Just say what you have to say!" "I don't have the time to play riddles with you!" Tian shunliang snapped.

"Oh ..."

Tian Xiaojun lowered his head and recounted everything that had happened two days ago from the beginning to the end. He did not dare to hide any details and spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.