"It's only because your Grandpa Mu is an easygoing person—"
"He's easygoing?"
The young man couldn't help quietly retorting to Old Zhou.
He'd tried everything to beg and plead with Master Mu, but the old man hadn't reacted at all.
And that was supposed to be easygoing?
The young man figured Old Zhou must have misunderstood what "easygoing" meant.
"He's not easygoing?"
Old Zhou glared at the young man. "All he asked was for you to get the wood carving back."
"He didn't ask you to do anything else."
"I forgot earlier, too."
"You didn't even say you were sorry to your Grandpa Mu."
"Remember to make it up to him tomorrow."
"Apologize properly. Do you hear me?"
"..."
Old Zhou raised his voice. "Do you hear me?"
"I hear you."
The young man shouted back irritably, then muttered impatiently, "What a pain."
"I'm the one this affects most."
The young man still felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help grumbling. "What if nobody believes the things I have anymore..."
"You deserve it."
Old Zhou scolded him.
But the young man was still the son he'd doted on since childhood. Seeing him so dejected, the old man offered some comfort. "It's all right."
"I can't speak for other people."
"But your Grandpa Mu won't go around telling everyone about this."
"Even if others hear some rumors, without the people involved saying anything, it's all just speculation."
"So you should be grateful to your Grandpa Mu."
Thinking of how his son had acted earlier, Old Zhou frowned again. "And you still had that attitude?"
"If Grandpa Mu hadn't come over, none of this would've happened."
The young man still wasn't entirely willing to accept it.
"Brat, why don't you say it would've been better if you hadn't tried to