At that moment, the child's clothes were completely soaked by the spilled drink; the head of the regiment jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry, uncle didn't do it on purpose. Are you alright?"
The head of the regiment tried to wipe the drink off the child's clothes with his hand, but most people had clearly seen his previous action; it was obviously intentional, but no one dared to say anything, only watching as the head of the regiment continued to pretend.
Perhaps he had some important matter to attend to.
The child was also stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn't have as many schemes as the adults; he shook his head and looked towards the head of the regiment, uttering a few words that were difficult to comprehend.
"Head of the regiment, he says it's okay."
"Oh oh! If it's all right, then that's good!" The head of the regiment nodded, continued to speak to the child, "I'm really sorry, uncle didn't do it on purpose. Your clothes are wet, take them off."
