On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,Hu Yang, who had put down his phone, suddenly changed expression. He knew very well about his grandfather's abilities.,Seeing this, Hu Yang shook his head and sighed, "If I wasn't worried about him getting beaten up and unable to drive, delaying my time, I really wouldn't want to get involved in this mess."。