The third son of the Zhuang family was so angry that he clenched his fists. The screen that they had spent so much money to get was carried away by Old Master Zhuang with just a glance. However, even if Zhuang Liu had gotten a pot of flowers, he would be happy to accept it. The old man was really biased.
Moreover, if they were late, Old Master Zhuang would definitely be angry. However, even when Zhuang Liu was already so late, not only did Old Master Zhuang not get angry, but he even found excuses for Zhuang Liu. This made him unable to swallow his anger.
"Dad, I understand that Xiao Liu is not in good health, but today is your birthday banquet. There are so many people watching. It seems too appropriate for him to be late, right?" Third Uncle Zhuang of the Zhuang family deliberately provoked conflict. "Grandfather and Uncle are both here. He's just a junior. Why is he late?"
