"What's the matter with you young people? We said we don't need your help; we can handle it ourselves."
Zhang Qingyuan frowned, seeing the six men were still unwilling to leave. He had been closest to Qin Mu and Old Song just moments before and had overheard what Old Song said. Consequently, he didn't look kindly upon these supposed helpers.
However...
He had barely finished speaking when the group suddenly raised their voices, shouting.
"What's with your tone, old man? We're helping you out of goodwill, and this is the attitude you give us?"
"Just now, my buddies and I dropped our own fishing rods to come help. We even kindly helped you move the Ancient Wood, and you don't have a single word of thanks?"
"Everyone, come and judge! We're all anglers here. Isn't this just disheartening?"
"If you don't apologize today, don't even think about making us leave!"
"..."
