Bai Zhi'er puffed her pink cheeks, "Then why don't you apologize to this old man?"
The Minister of Revenue quickly turned to Uncle Chang, "It's my fault, I was wrong. I didn't understand your situation clearly, old man, I hope you won't blame me."
Uncle Chang, being old, perhaps recalled family members who died on the battlefield, and sadness overwhelmed him, leaving him lost in thought for a while.
Faced with the Minister of Revenue's words, Uncle Chang simply waved his hand weakly.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long lashes, "Now that the truth is out, in my opinion, this house isn't just small; it's rather tiny."
"Uncle Chang lost an eye and a leg on the battlefield; he should be assigned two servants to help run errands."
Feng Fuce turned and said calmly to Lei Hu, "Write down what the Princess said and arrange someone to come by tomorrow."
"Yes."
Uncle Chang quickly refused politely.
