Watching the back of Wang Lu and Yue Li, Mei Lin suddenly asked a question. "How long do you think our grandson can last under the weakest creature I captured?"
It was just that compared to her previous reserved appearance, she had a peculiar look in her eyes.
Some people might mistake this for anticipation, but Wang Chengshan had seen this mischievous look more than once as such understood clearly what it represented.
"You know that is your grandson right?" He rolled his eyes at her and said.
"What about my grandson? Isn't it good for him to learn some lessons early about martial arts? It's not important how high level the technique he practices, the most important thing is if he can utilize it." Mei Lin felt it was unnecessary to continue discussing this issue with her husband. He was just too soft and ended up making their son soft.
"Let's go! We should also be present to watch a show." She was far eager to go see the fight.