An old man with snow-white hair, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a wooden staff concealed. He was walking toward the riverbank from behind.,"I've told you many times, you absolutely can't take this stove out! You little brat, you've messed with it again! Today, I'm going to beat you to death!",At times, Su Er returned his gaze to the old man. Seeing that he was truly angry, a shiver of fear ran down her spine.。