"I was wrong, but I was only trying to help them." Hu Daoke protested softly.
"Your good intentions only caused harm. Many tragedies originate from such actions. And you act like you've been wronged. Do you know why Luo'er didn't tell you about his injury? It's because he was afraid you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth shut." Cheng Ziang spoke irritably.
"Alright, alright, you're right. From now on, I'll listen to you." Hu Daoke surrendered.
"Stop acting like you're the victim. Mind your business and don't spout nonsense. Lies don't necessarily mean you're hurting someone; they can also be a measure of protection." Cheng Ziang tried to explain patiently.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. Here, Old Er, have a drink!" Hu Daoke said as he passed over a cup of wine to him.
"What did you just call me?" Cheng Ziang asked, lifting an eyebrow, as he took the cup of wine.
"Oh, um, Old Cheng!" Hu Daoke coughed, correcting himself.
