Xiao Shumiao was filled with righteous indignation, while Qin Junye looked indifferent.
He shook his head and refused, "Forget it, I'll be happy just to get the walnut. Although he hasn't treated me well, no matter what, he's still Grandpa's son. If he lives very miserably, Grandpa will be sad in the afterlife."
"Oh..." Xiao Shumiao was very disappointed.
But he thought Qin Junye made sense: "I know, this is called looking at the monk's face because of the Buddha's face."
"Correct," Qin Junye nodded, cherishingly touching the walnut in his hand, "This is Grandpa's favorite thing when he was alive. When he was free, he would play with it in his hands. Grandpa originally left it to me, but it was seized by my second uncle. Now that I've taken it back, it's like Grandpa is still with me. As for Second brother... out of respect for Grandpa, I won't stoop to his level."
Ye Xingbei chuckled softly and said to Gu Junzhu, "This child has a decent disposition, capable of tolerance."
