Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 690 - 422 Bad Neighbor_3

Uncle Zhang had suffered a loss at the hands of Jiang Ning, losing a pigtail’s worth of pride, and felt extremely gloomy.

With the troublemaker kid out of the way, Xue Yuantong continued to play games on her iPad.

After a while, Dongdong wandered over again.

He craned his neck for two minutes, thought the game looked fun, and pounced to snatch Xue Yuantong’s iPad, "Let me play for a bit!"

Jiang Ning frowned, finding the behavior indeed lacking in upbringing. No wonder Tongtong couldn’t stand him.

He reached forward to block with a flick, and Dongdong’s snatching motion immediately stopped, retreating two steps and sitting down on his butt.

The chubby old lady hurried over, concerned: "Oh my dear Little Guai, what happened to you?"

Empowered by his grandma’s support, Dongdong pointed at Xue Yuantong, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I want to play with the tablet, I want to play with the tablet!"

Xue Yuantong paid him no mind.

Seeing no reaction, Dongdong immediately started wailing and rolling on the ground.

Uncle Zhang nearby saw this and thought it would be entertaining; he knew Jiang Ning’s personality would surely lead to a ruckus with Dongdong. Sure enough, he hadn’t even taken his dog for a walk today, all for the sake of watching the drama unfold.

"Xiao Xue, it’s just a tablet. What’s the harm in letting Dongdong play with it? It won’t bother anyone, right?" the chubby old lady accused.

The character of someone who could raise such a grandson shouldn’t be expected to be any better.

Xue Yuantong had no intention of giving in. Just last year, Dongdong had thrown a fit to play with his mother’s Nokia phone. She had given in back then, but when she took it back, it had racked up a bill of several dozens of yuan.

Xue Yuantong had felt terribly sorry for her mother.

Having learned her lesson, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Seeing that Xue Yuantong wouldn’t hand it over, the chubby old lady continued her accusations, spittle flying. Jiang Ning cast a barrier, reflecting it back.

He couldn’t stand the old lady’s bluster and said indifferently, "This is my iPad."

The chubby old lady was taken aback, "Young man, who are you?"

Uncle Zhang explained, "The guy who rents Little Sister Xue’s house."

Once the chubby old lady heard the word ’tenant’, her confidence soared: "You let my grandson play with the iPad, and I’ll talk to Xiao Xue about lowering your rent."

Xue Chuchu and Xue Yuantong were shocked by her shamelessness.

Jiang Ning waved his hand dismissively, "Keep your grandson away, he’s disturbing my game."

Upon hearing this, the chubby old lady pointed at Jiang Ning’s nose, her tone aggressive, "How dare you speak like that?"

Dongdong wailed, "I want to play with the tablet, I want to play with the tablet!"

Uncle Zhang, seeing the quarrel start, laughed with a ’hei’, not minding escalating things. He egged on the fight:

"It’s just a tablet, isn’t it? What’s wrong with letting Dongdong have a play? Show some generosity, man."

He patted Dongdong on the shoulder, "Xiao Dong, don’t cry. Uncle has a cell phone for you to play with!"

Uncle Zhang pulled out his Samsung phone and placed it in Xiao Dong’s hand.

Little did he expect, Xiao Dong grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground with a "whoosh", howling, "I want that iPad!"

The throw was powerful; the Samsung bounced twice on the ground, its screen facing up, shattered to pieces.

Everyone present saw it.

Xue Chuchu covered her mouth to laugh, Xue Yuantong looked towards Uncle Zhang, and Jiang Ning’s mouth curled into a smirk.

Uncle Zhang’s face darkened as he quickly picked up the phone and saw the horrifically broken screen, his facial muscles twitching.

The chubby old lady’s expression changed, realizing a scene had been made, and she quickly shifted the blame:

"Xiao Zhang, you were the one who put it in my grandson’s hand; don’t blame Dongdong."

Uncle Zhang: "Bullshit!"

Five minutes passed.

Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning, and Chuchu were sitting at the doorway, drinking iced water.

On the dirt ground at the entrance, the chubby old lady was making a scene rolling around, the ground covered in dust and filth, with her savage curses non-stop.

"Come over and look, come out and see, a forty-year-old man squabbling with a child!"

The chubby old lady kept howling.

The old man and Mr. Qian tried to mediate, but Uncle Zhang received no compensation and suffered a loss in silence, begrudgingly finding a place to sit.

"Damn it, just you wait!" Uncle Zhang plotted his revenge.

He furrowed his brow for a long while before suddenly remembering the wasp’s nest under the Yang Tree.