The boy was desperate to get an answer.
He had been waiting and waiting for this answer.
"Uncle!"
The boy couldn't help standing up.
He leaned his upper body across the table and reached for the man's clothes.
"Did you—"
"Smack!"
"Crack-crackle~"
The man waved away the boy's hand.
The boy's body tilted to one side.
He accidentally knocked over his own teacup.
The porcelain hit the floor with a crisp sound.
Some scalding tea splashed onto the boy.
"What happened?"
Someone pushed open the door and entered.
"Senior Brother?"
Zhou Lin's expression froze.
The old man had no time to greet the man.
He hurried to the boy's side.
"Oh dear, your clothes are all wet."
"Take him downstairs and get him cleaned up."
"See if he's hurt anywhere."
"If he is, put some medicine on him."
The old man instructed the server who had entered behind him.
"Yes."
The server looked at the boy. "Sir—"
"I'm fine."
The boy hurriedly shook his head.
He wasn't leaving.
What if Uncle left while he was gone?
He still hadn't asked anything.
He looked at the man.
His face was filled with stubbornness.
Although the old man didn't understand what had happened,
he could more or less guess what the boy was worried about.
He smiled. "Go on, child."
"Come back after you've cleaned yourself up."
"We'll wait here for you."
Really?
The boy looked at the old man.
Then he looked at the man.
There was a questioning look in his eyes.
Uncle really wouldn't leave?
"Junior Brother?"
The old man looked at the man.
The man: ...
If his Senior Brother hadn't arrived, he really would have taken this opportunity to leave.
Facing his Senior Brother's gaze, he nodded, though somewhat