In particular, he was stabbed in front of Mr. Mu.

He was a little embarrassed when facing Mr. Mu.

...

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was a little distracted, Mr. Mu didn't say anything more about it.

He had known for a long time that their opinions were different.

They are all adults.

He does not interfere with the other party's decisions, and the other party will respect his choices.

Therefore, they have maintained a relationship with friends for most of their lives.

“I just want to get my wood carving back.”

Mr. Mu once again stated his request.

As long as the wood carving comes back, the incident will end.

He didn't want to pursue anything anymore.

...

"certainly,"

Old Zhou turned to look at his son, "Have you called?"

"Not fighting, right?"

"Give me a call, I'll call."

Seeing the young man stammering his neck and silently looking, without hearing the answer, Mr. Zhou understood that this kid was unwilling to call.

He also understood that the young man was thin-skinned and he was afraid he would be embarrassed to call this phone call.

When I was fooling others, I was very brave.

Mr. Zhou shook his head slightly.

Mr. Mu is just waiting here. Now is not the time to educate this kid. It is the most urgent thing to solve the matter first.

"Quick."

Mr. Zhou urged his unmoved son to frown, "Dialo call the phone, I'll say."

"Zhou Ming-Bao!"

Mr. Zhou called his son's full name, showing his patience that he was about to run out.

...

The young man then relucted to find out the phone book.

This is his big client.

He also wants to develop for a long time.

After the phone call, what will it take forever?

It would be nice not to be blacklisted by the other party.

...

"Take it."

Unable to see the young man's slow movements, Zhou Lao snatched his cell phone from his son's hand.

"It's this number, right?"

Mr. Zhou asked.

"……Um."

The young man nodded hesitantly, then spoke with a tangled expression, "Dad, do you really want to call?"

"nonsense."

Mr. Zhou said angrily, "Of course I have to fight."

"You Grandpa Mu is watching."

"Grandpa Mu..."

The young man muttered in a low voice, then looked at Mr. Mu with a pleading look on his face, "Grandpa Mu, why don't you forget this time?"

"I promise, there's no next time."

"You see, what you said is just a possibility, and the probability of it happening is very small."

"Grandpa Mu, that buyer is not from Yanjing..."

The man spoke quickly and racked his brains to organize the language to convince the elderly.
Chapter completed!