"Why are you speaking to my dad like that?"
The young lady put on a stern face, looking extremely serious.
Li Mu knew that when he was discussing the bandit suppression in Hedong with Tang Shigong in the morning, the young lady and her sister were eavesdropping outside the door. He didn't realize she was angry about it.
He couldn't help but pause his action of peeling the pomegranate, and asked uneasily, "What did I say wrong?"
"It's not about saying something wrong—" Tang Xiaobai sighed, "My dad, if you think about it, is also your elder. Can't you be a bit more respectful?"
Having clung to someone's thigh, she then went on to demand that the thigh respect her father. Was she dreaming too much?
"Alright." Li Mu nodded.
After thinking for a moment, he explained, "Because of Mr. Tang's injury, both the Duke and I are a bit anxious. It wasn't intentional disrespect towards the Duke."
He indeed was careless.
