The use of the word "again" was like a jab to Yun Zhijuan's heart.
Yun Zhijuan stiffly looked at his nephew who loved to stir things up, then at the junior he had supported, and finally at his beloved apprentice whom he spoiled. He felt that his post-retirement life was simply bleak and miserable.
He even talked about their business as if it were a joke.
Fine, let him talk, but the parties involved heard it too.
Is there anyone worse off than him?
"Mianmian, Qimo, please give me some face..."
Facing Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo's amicable smiles, which seemed to say "we'll settle old and new scores together," Yun Zhijuan held back for a while before humbly uttering these words.
Yun Zhijuan's reputation is indeed quite valuable; whether internationally or among various powerful factions, his words and status can resolve monumental issues.
But with Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian, it's not that he has no face, but it's approximately zero.
"Huh."
"Huh."
