Chapter 115 Teach Me Kung Fu

"Breeding is..." For a while, Angelina hesitated, but then she continued and said, "You see those people who do Kung Fu. They always lock themselves in a room..."

"Grandma, is dad practicing Kung Fu too?" As a boy, he was inquisitive about the said martial arts, when in fact, Charles had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"Yes, you're right. That's it! He's practicing!" To get away from the young boy's innocent interrogation, Angelina agreed with him at once. Her face showcased a forced smile, trying to pass it off as a symbol of concurrence to her grandson.

"Wow, daddy is great! I want to practice it too!" Bobby exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands in celebration. The boy had exactly no idea that it was completely unrelated to what was really happening inside his father's room.

"All right. You can learn from your daddy after he's done." Angelina's voice emanated a sense of frustration, obviously dismissing the child at once.

"Yey!" Nodding his head, Bobby exclaimed with eyes full of excitement.

Undoubtedly, Angelina's unexpected use of such word for an excuse aroused the kid's interest in Kung Fu.

He was so delighted that he began kicking and jabbing his fists in the air as he lay on his bed.

But after some time, he got tired and bored of it. So he got out of bed and snuck to his father's room.

As he glided his way towards it,

was exasperated at his son's failure to live up to her expectations.

But Charles just ignored her complaint and instead said that in a hoarse voice, "You don't need to say anything. It's late. Mom, go to sleep."

Now with a grim expression, Angelina shouted at her grandson in a low voice, "Bobby, come with me!"

"No, I want to sleep with Daddy tonight!" the kid cried. He was curious about the exhaustion on his father's face.

Bobby had always thought of Charles as the greatest man in the world.

Although Charles was utterly weak at that moment, the young boy thought that the sweat all over his body as a result of practicing Kung Fu.

"No one listens to me in this house, huh?! All right, just do whatever you want!" Feeling wholly defeated, Angelina stormed out of the room in anger.

Once the two were left alone, Charles leaned against the wall and gasped for air.

"Daddy, is it tiring to do Kung Fu?" asked Bobby as he walked towards Charles, taking his father's hand with a mixture of care and curiosity.

"Yes." Not in the mood to explain, Charles just merely nodded at his son.

"Can you teach me Kung Fu?" begged Bobby, eyeing him with his most virginal glance.

"What? I'll teach you when you grow up." Charles could only shake his head helplessly as a response. Luckily, this kid didn't really know what was about to happen in that room.