He cursed in his heart, "Isn’t this f**king sowing discord? If I had known it was like this, I would rather slap myself twice than let dad get beaten up ah, this slap down, dad in his heart I don’t know how much he has to hate me…"
The first thing was to get up. Floyd was angry in his heart. In his opinion, if Roger just listened to Charlie’s words, for the pain on his face, there was no need for him to receive the beating. Seventy-year-old bodies were hard to take a big slap, both physically and psychologically it has left huge damage.
When Roger saw that his father was really angry, he quickly slapped himself twice and said in shame, "It’s my cheap mouth! It’s my cheap mouth!"
Only then did Charlie nodded in satisfaction, pointed to the table and said indifferently, "Come, isn’t it an invitation to lunch? Let’s all sit-down."
Floyd knew that it was easy to invite the gods to send them away, so he could only get up from the ground with a stiff upper lip.
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