Huang Mao was at a loss, pleading and crying, "Grandpa, please... please have mercy and just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
"Ah Huang, I do want to let you go, but I still need to ask my wife, your grandmother, for her opinion, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, Grandpa, you must say good things for me." Huang Mao pleaded.
Ye Huan gave him a look that said "no problem," then turned to Liu Tianyun, and said with a smile, "Wife, look, our newly recognized younger generation is genuinely remorseful, should we forgive him?"
Liu Tianyun's face was indifferent, and she turned her head away.
The look of hope on Huang Mao's face turned to ashes.
Ye Huan sighed loudly, with a face of "regret":
"Ah Huang, it's really not that I don't want to help you, it's just that my status at home is too low."
"Actually, this matter is easy to resolve, but your grandmother is still angry. But why is she still angry?"
