Yu Jingxi looked at his grandpa's flushed face and quickly said, "Look at this, my grandpa's face is so red, it must be because my brother provoked him."
Grandpa Yu's face turned even redder. "You little rascal, what nonsense are you spouting?"
The youngest grandson rubbed his nose, feeling a bit crestfallen again. "Grandpa, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't appreciate it, so be it, but how can you blame me? Clearly, it's my big brother who did something wrong."
"How is your big brother wrong? The fault lies with you." Grandpa Yu raised his cane and pointed strongly at him.
Yu Jingxi was very troubled. "Why is it my fault again?"
Damn, what exactly is going on now?
If it were really his fault, he would accept it.
But now there's clearly no responsibility on him, yet it's still his fault—where's the justice in that?
