Digging a New Pit for Zhang Hanyu

Zhang Hanyu stared blankly at his grandfather, seemingly unable to believe that he had actually said such a thing.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by this? Are you saying this isn't my home, just for these two outsiders?" he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Granny Wang felt a twinge of sympathy seeing him like this, but thinking back to the things he had done in the past two or three months, she steeled herself and turned her head away.

Grandpa Zhang's face hardened as he coldly stared at his grandson.

"I'm just telling you that this family is not for you to call the shots, nor is it for you to act recklessly," he said sternly.

These two old folks were still alive, and yet Hanyu dared to be so arrogant. What would happen when they were gone, and his father, Zhiyuan, had aged? What would Hanyu be capable of then? He didn't even want to think about it.