It was Ah Yuan.
He sized up the unfamiliar man with an extraordinary bearing and appearance in front of him and asked, "Young Master, who are you looking for?"
Wei Ting said politely, "My sons just came to disturb you. He said that an uncle here gave them a rattle drum."
Ah Yuan was enlightened. "You're the father of the triplets?"
Wei Ting said, "Yes."
Ah Yuan nodded and looked at Wei Ting in confusion. "My young master gave them to the children. What's wrong?"
It was probably because he had encountered many risks with Zhuge Qing that he often thought badly of things. His first reaction was that something had happened to the rattle drum and their biological father had come to denounce them.
Seeing that he was so guarded, Wei Ting was not angry. He said in a normal tone, "I'm here to thank you. Here are two boxes of tea leaves from my hometown."
"Thank you…"
