"Alright, alright, there's no need for these formalities between us," Peng Shaohe waved his hand helplessly. "Old Duan, I understand your temper. After causing this kind of trouble, do you think you can easily forgive Duan Ziqing? That boy must have gone through some hardships, but since nothing happened to me, let's forget about it this time! With our years of friendship, how could it dissipate because of a rascal? Don't overthink it!"
"Old Peng, you...:" Duan Jingning looked at Peng Shaohe in disbelief, not expecting him to forgive his mistake so easily. Even though it wasn't his doing, Duan Jingning always considered it his responsibility, believing that the failure to educate was his fault as a father.
