"Sorry."
The chubby kid and the older man said in unison, both of them with plump faces and bellies.
Lu Xiaobao, whose mood had improved slightly, was caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of the bruised and battered older man.
Such a big face.
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Before the two men could respond, Yu Ting interrupted, "Louder, are you two all bluff and no bluster?"
"Sorry!"
Yu Ting frowned in satisfaction and then went on, "Say it, where did you two go wrong?"
"I shouldn't have slashed Lu Yan with an art knife, shouldn't have scattered everything on his desk..."
The chubby boy listed his wrongdoings in a tearful, husky voice. His snot dripped down his face, his upper and lower eyelids were swollen from crying, making him look comical.
The two men sat on the sofa, Lu Nanchen's frown deepened as he listened.
"Anything else?" Yu Ting prodded, asking the chubby boy to continue.
