Seeing Yang Zhi not speaking, Yang Fan continued, "I repeatedly emphasized at the time and said it several times, but you turned a deaf ear. Now you come to question me, Yang Zhi, people have feelings, I believe I've done my duty. But in the end, because of your stupidity, something happened, and you blame it all on me. I really don't know what you were thinking."
Things turned out this way, and Yang Mingcheng was even more frustrated.
"Second son, you fool, Yang Fan explicitly instructed multiple times, what did you do?" Yang Mingcheng shouted.
"Dad, I..."
"Get out, go back to your room and reflect!"
Helplessly, Yang Zhi turned around and walked out.
Inside the room, Yang Mingcheng knew he wrongly blamed this nephew and spoke much more kindly, "Yang Fan, I wrongly accused you."
"Uncle, you're just anxious, no need to say more."
Seeing Yang Fan's understanding and forgiving words, Yang Mingcheng felt very guilty, not only guilty but helpless too.
