"Shh!" Zhao's father pointed at his phone and lipped on him.

"Your grandpa's phone number."

Zhao Yang rolled his eyes at him: "Coward!"

After saying that, regardless of my father's ugly expression, he walked over and picked up his cell phone and said, "Hey, the phone you called has been connected to the outer space immortal cultivation department. If you have any questions, please call 114 to check the address of the mental hospital. Thank you for your cooperation."

Father Zhao: “???”

Zhao's mother: "..."

Not mentioning the almost terrifying expressions of the two, not long after Zhao Yang answered the phone, he hung up twice on the opposite side of the phone.

"Yangyang! You're crazy! That's your grandpa!"

"How do you talk to your elders!!!"

"Yangyang!"

Zhao Yang's parents were in a state of violence.

It wasn't a minute before the two of them were still teaching Zhao Yang a lesson and wanted him to "reform" the phone rang again.

"Hey, hello, is it the outer space immortal cultivation department?"

This is called by a girl...

Zhao Yang's mouth twitched in a surprised gaze of Zhao Yang's parents.

"Are you all... so naughty now?"

"Uh...Hello Mr. Zhao."

"If you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, get out."

"Mr. Zhao, please give your tone..."

"I have this temper. If you don't accept it, you can tell me now that you don't want all the six counties in my hands!"
Chapter completed!