Chapter 133 Grit

"Then find yourself a woman and let me have a look at her." The old man shouted.

"Why should I show my woman to you?" Heinz asked.

The old man was really mad, and his eyes were as if spitting fire. "Bastard, are you going to fight with me?"

"Grandfather." Claris's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs. "Don't be angry, it's all my fault. It seems that I shouldn't have come today."

"Claris, there's no need to apologize." The old man said bluntly, "It's Heinz who had gotten off the wrong side of the bed. It's not a good time for him. We're just unlucky."

"Brother Heinz." Claris sniffed, and tears came out of her eyes. "Don't treat your Grandfather this way. If you want to let off your anger, just spit it out at me."

Heinz glanced at Claris, and the girl lowered her head, with tears in her eyes.

Heinz frowned and stared at her. He said coldly, "Spit my anger at you? Do you think you are worthy of my anger?"