"Today, to save your face, I won't reckon with this young girl." Mr. Mi has a temper that flares up quickly and cools down swiftly. With one foot already in the grave, what dignity is there in quarreling with a child?
"Thank you, old Mi." Nan Fei stood up and formally apologized with a bow. Firstly, she did it out of respect for Chen Cuihua, secondly, Mr. Mi had a lofty moral character and deserved the respect.
If it wasn't for Mi Yuezhen's continuous provocations, she would never have spoken rudely.
With Nan Fei's apology, Mr. Mi felt rather uncomfortable instead. "Enough! It's all in the past." He muttered to himself, this girl changes moods as quickly as flipping a page.
"Aunt Chen," Mi Yuezhen's eyes reddened in grievance, "Why are you all taking her side? They've clearly bullied me first."
