"It was them who couldn't stomach the situation and ran to the shop to cause trouble, and naturally, it was them who were embarrassed. Why should I be angry?"
"Eh, when you say it like that, it seems true." Zhou Jiaojiao scratched her head, feeling that something was a bit off, yet inexplicably comforted.
"Right, they are scholars who should most cherish their reputation, yet they've lost their faces, doing such petty acts, speaking ill of others behind their backs, demanding their own ruin. Why should I be angry?" Chu Ziluo comfortably ate a grape.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiaojiao nodded repeatedly, very much agreeing: "I also say those scholars are really petty. It was just a mere storybook, and when they guessed wrong, they baselessly slandered and spoke ill of Uncle Chu behind his back. It's simply excessive. Hmph, probably due to their insufficient knowledge, they don't do proper work, and that's why they have leisure to gossip."
