Mu Lao didn't pay attention to the whispers around him, turned around and waved to Mr. Zhou, "We are going back."

"Hey, old wood, I'm really sorry about this."

"You guys walk slowly."

Mr. Zhou turned his head and glared at his silent son, "Are you mute?"

"Say goodbye to Grandpa Mu and Grandma Tan."

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

The young man's voice was a little weak.

In his heart, he still blamed Grandpa Mu for his troubles.

Whether it was the visit of his two elders today, Grandpa Mu's insistence on taking back the wood carvings, or Grandpa Mu's honesty in the price of the wood carvings, all these made him dissatisfied.

He was not happy in his heart.

How can you think of calling out the "culprit"?

…

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

So does Grandma Tan.

…

Mr. Zhou glared at his son again.

The young man felt aggrieved and confused.

Didn't he say goodbye?

…

"You come in with me."

After Mr. 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, then slowly followed in with an unhappy face, "Dad, my friend is still waiting for me."

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

"Bang~"

Mr. Zhou slapped the table hard and looked ugly.

The man shut up.

Isn't everything settled? Why does his father still look so bad?

He was also depressed and was thinking of playing a game to vent his anger.

He secretly hated himself for being too slow just now.

...

"You brat, what was 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-"

Mr. Zhou pointed at the young man's nose and was furious, "You kid, are you still pretending to be innocent?"

"Do you think your Grandpa Mu is too busy?"

"how do you know?"

The young man blurted out and asked.

Then the expression on the man's face was a little treacherous, "Dad, are you also-"

"Shut up!"

Mr. Zhou slapped the table hard again.

The young man curled his lips.

Shut up, just shut up.

He doesn't want to talk yet.

...

Seeing his son's careless look, Mr. Zhou felt a headache and rubbed his temples.

"Who couldn't tell from your look just now that you have complaints in your heart?"

"You kid..."

Mr. Zhou sighed.

"Do you know that if others find out that you have done this kind of thing, not only will you not be able to reap the benefits, but our store will also be implicated."

Some things cannot be said out loud.

Because it is untenable.
Chapter completed!