"Uncle, last night I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things to you." Duan Qingsong admitted his mistake directly, with a sincere attitude.
"No no no, I shouldn't have acted like a senior with you either!" Yun Qiuce held Duan Qingsong's hand, both of them speaking earnestly, with genuine sincerity.
A voice came from behind, "Excuse me, let me through."
"Okay." The two of them moved aside, still holding hands.
"Master, what's wrong with me?" Brother Qing Lan touched his head, his hair disheveled, looking utterly confused.
After Yun Qiuce and Duan Qingsong made up, they immediately resumed their mischievous nature, rushing over to Brother Qing Lan and cupping their fists, holding back their laughter, "The depth of this Daoist's realm is truly admirable, far beyond our reach!"
Brother Qing Lan looked even more puzzled, "Did I say something?"
