"Are you asking me to sit back and watch?"
"If that's how you want to interpret it, so be it. But I still want to give Uncle Hua some advice. It may sound impolite, and might not show you enough respect, but I'm left with no choice, as this ultimately involves the grudges of a previous generation."
"What do you mean?" Hua Muyun slammed the cup down heavily, splashing the tea inside.
"If Uncle Hua himself isn't clear about the implication, then how could I possibly understand it, right?" Xiao Mu finally cracked a smile that night. He hoped Hua Muyun would convince Xiao Lin to yield the recording tape, but the moment Hua Muyun turned hostile, he abandoned that thought.
"I want the 'Dharma Seal of Fortunes', but if Xiao Lin refuses to let go of the tape, disappointment won't be mine alone."
"Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin is your brother, the heir of the Xiao Family. What good does it do you by doing this?"
