"Hahaha… you really caught me off guard there. For a moment, I thought you two were close—coming up to her with that cheerful attitude. Guess I was wrong. You two clearly don't get along, huh?"
Al turned around without responding. He didn't even bother to throw a glance back. The mockery fell flat against his calm composure, as if it never reached him. He simply decided to ignore the man's words and continue walking away.
But Uncle Acok wasn't someone who could be brushed off that easily.
"Hold on there, young man," the old man said, his tone turning unpleasant. "I think we still have something to talk about, don't we?"
Al stopped in his tracks, clearly annoyed. His patience had already been stretched thin, and this wasn't helping.
Once again, the air between them turned heavy—charged with silent tension that neither of them tried to ease.
