"Asi, it's time to return home with Grandpa to the Imperial Capital."
The weight of the sentence was heavy; it was not a discussion, but a command.
Huo Sichen raised his brow, outright refusing: "I don't plan on going back."
The old man's rage seemed to finally reach a tipping point, his palm slamming down on the table, scolding: "How long do you plan to run away from home? Haven't you had enough fun?"
"Remember how Grandpa raised and educated you? Besides, I am getting old and my health is deteriorating. You must stay by my side and learn for a few years before you can smoothly take over my position!"
His favorite grandson looked him up and down before responding indifferently, "Grandpa, you seem to be in excellent health; your strength was quite formidable when you hit the table. And your bellowing is full of vigor, you could easily hold on for another twenty or thirty years."
Even when rebellious before, he had never been so insolent.