Mr. Mu didn't care about the whispers around him, and turned around and waved his hand to Mr. Zhou, "We're back."

"Oh, Lao Mutou, this is really a shame."

"You guys go slowly."

Old Zhou turned his head and glared at his silent son, "Is he mute?"

"Say goodbye to Grandpa Mu and Grandma Tan."

"Grandpa Mu, goodbye, Grandma Tan, goodbye."

The young man's voice was a little weak.

He also blamed Grandpa Mu for his troublesomeness in his heart.

Whether it was the two elders who came to the door today, Grandpa Mu insisted on returning to the wood carving, and Grandpa Mu's honesty in the price of wood carving, all these made him feel dissatisfied.

He was feeling unhappy.

How could you have any intention to greet the "culprit"?

...

Old Mu glanced at the young man and turned around and left without saying a word.

So is Grandma Tan.

...

Mr. Zhou glared at his son again.

The young man was both wronged and puzzled.

Didn’t he say goodbye?

...

"Come in with me."

After the old man Mu and his wife walked away, Mr. Zhou turned around and walked towards the store.

The young man hesitated on the spot for a while, followed slowly in with an unhappy look on his face, "Dad, my friend is still waiting for me."

"I told them at the time that I'll leave for a while..."

"Bang~"

Mr. Zhou slapped the table hard, his face looking ugly.

The man shut up.

Haven't everything been solved? Why is his dad still having a bad face?

He was also depressed, and was about to play the game and vent his vent.

He secretly regretted that he had slowed down just now.

......

"Boy, what's your attitude just now?"

Mr. Zhou paused and scolded in a deep voice.

"What was my attitude just now?"

The young man looked confused.

What was his attitude just now?

"you-"

Old Zhou pointed at the young man's nose and was so angry that he was angry, "You kid pretended to be innocent for me?"

"Do you think that Grandpa Mu is troublesome in your heart?"

"How do you know?"

The young man blurted out.

Then the man's expression was a little terrifying, "Dad, are you too-"

"Shut up!"

Mr. Zhou slapped the table again.

The young man curled his lips.

Stop your mouth.

He doesn't want to speak yet.

......

Seeing his son's carefree appearance, Mr. Zhou felt a headache and rubbed his temples.

"Who can't tell you that you were complaining about that?"

"You kid..."

Mr. Zhou sighed.

"Do you know that if someone else knew that you did this, not only would you not have good results, but even our store would be implicated."

Some things cannot be said to be a big deal.

Because it's not tenable.
Chapter completed!