"With your tiny frame, who could you possibly beat up? Kid, you're talking silly, listen to yourself, how funny that sounds." Granny Sampson chuckled with her eyes squinted, clutching Jane Sampson's hand, unwilling to let go.
She hadn't heard the little lass speak such naive nonsense like she did when she was little for a long time. It was as if the carefree little princess from back then had returned.
"If I can't beat him, I'll beat up his child." Jane spread her hands, "Surely I can manage that, right?"
James Black couldn't help but chuckle softly, "That's all the ambition you have."
"That's not allowed either?" Jane pouted, huffing, "If I can't go after his child, I'll beat his wife and make him suffer."
"Fine, fine, fine, even if you wanted to beat him up, he wouldn't dare to fight back." Grandpa Sampson laughed even harder, his entire body shaking, "He wouldn't dare because he can't bear to do it."
