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The heavy atmosphere, seemingly frozen in time, persisted for a full half-minute.
Shu Guan stood to the side without speaking, and Teng Yanping, the third uncle, also seemed to be at a loss about what had happened. He tried to speak several times but ultimately didn't ask anything.
It was clear that the expressions of the Rong family's three brothers were all quite odd and amiss.
It was the second uncle, Rong Duanxing, who finally broke the silence. He sighed deeply, patted Rong Duanpu's arm, and said,
"Big brother, so many years have passed since then, you should let that matter... go."
Rong Duanpu, panting heavily, remained silent. However, his chest, which had been heaving with quick breaths, eventually calmed down. After dozens of seconds, he gave Rong Duanxing a bitter smile and said,
"I'm just afraid of more trouble."
"My nephew, he..."
At this point, Rong Duanming seemed to want to say something, but Rong Duanxing immediately cut off his words.
