Old Xia Wanqing's face couldn't hold it any longer, he said sternly, "Wenjin doesn't want it, you return it for me!"
Xia Sichen rolled his eyes, "Why should I? Whoever accepted it should return it!"
Xia Wanqing was annoyed, glaring at him, "I ask you to do something, and you can't even do it right, being so picky, are you looking for a beating?"
Xia Sichen took the small box, muttering, "When it was accepted, why didn't you think Wenjin wouldn't want it? If we're going to return it, Dad, this is the Capital City, not our Haotian Village, don't get sold and even help count the money, be careful!"
Seeing his son grumble more earnestly, Xia Wanqing, whose face was already not looking good, slapped the back of his head in anger and shouted, "Shut up!"
Xia Sichen pouted, "Shut up then shut up!"
The carriage rolled leisurely along, from outside came the sounds of footsteps, chatter, people coming and going in shops, the bustling sounds of trade.
