As Mr. Lin's top apprentice, Yu Zhen naturally had first-class discernment; noticing his master's face had become as black as the bottom of a pot, he tactfully offered up a cup of tea and handed it over.
"So you see, master, by this move, Lin Fa, that old bastard, clearly has no regard for you. Otherwise, which craftsman would it be? He deliberately gave that cinnabar to some wild girl who sprouted out of nowhere to carve—how old could that girl be?" Yu Zhen also found the news both ridiculous and contemptuous.
Lin Gonyun just snorted coldly and said nothing.
"In my opinion, this old bastard is not only slapping you in the face, but his brains must also be muddy to let a girl handle the carving. She's not even a craftsman, is she?" Yu Zhen added.
"Never seen that girl before, don't even know what background she has," Lin Gonyun recalled Wufu's face, his grey eyebrows furrowing.
