The old man's face was stern, and he showed no reaction.
Man:...
He had always thought himself quite eloquent, but now, even after talking until his mouth went dry, the other man still didn't react at all.
He was starting to wonder if the old man was getting on in years and couldn't hear well.
Old Mu glanced up at the young man.
Before the young man could break into a smile, the old man looked away and turned his gaze to the person beside him.
He turned his head.
As an old friend of many years, Old Zhou naturally understood what Old Mu meant.
"I'll call him now."
Old Zhou immediately pressed the call button.
He'd held back a moment earlier because he'd been hoping for the best.
As expected, Old Wood was still Old Wood.
Not the least bit accommodating.
Even though his son had begged him like that.
"Brrring... Brrring..."
The call connected.
"Hello, this is Zhou Mingbao's father."
Old Zhou introduced himself first.
"Oh, right. Hello."
The person on the other end was clearly a little confused.
He knew Zhou Mingbao.
But why was Zhou Mingbao's father calling him?
"Sorry to bother you. Here's what happened..."
Old Zhou explained the situation in detail to the person on the phone.
"...So, we're very sorry. We'll refund your money, and we'd appreciate it if you could return the wood carving to us."
The result was somewhat unexpected.
The other person said he really liked the wood carving. He didn't mind that it wasn't the work of a master from the Qing dynasty; he wanted to keep it.
Old Zhou looked at Old Mu.
He had put the call on speaker, so everyone in the room could hear the other person.
The corners of Old