Under the glittering gaze of the merfolk's eyes, the middle-aged man "plonked" to his knees, slapping his own cheeks "smack smack": "I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have lied, I'm sorry for my wife, sorry to you!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter."
The merfolk said nonchalantly.
He watched the man continuously punishing himself, and chuckled softly, "It's okay, as long as you realize your mistake and correct it. Why not tell your wife the truth? It would spare her the worry. You know, lying is not something a good man does!"
His voice was gentle and soft, and in the ears of the gathered men, it was as if he were issuing a royal decree, nearly compelling them to yield instantly.
Unfortunately, his words were directed at only the middle-aged man.
True to form, the man was very obedient and immediately fished out his cellphone.
"Wife? Hello, it's me, wife."
