"Get On His Knees"
Zhao Yang was leaning on the bed head, checking something when he heard Zhao Yun's words. The young man raised one of his eyebrows and sighed.
"...I know. It was my fault." Zhao Yang already guessed what Zhao Yun wanted to say.
"Wait. What?? You know??" Zhao Yun gasped in surprise.
'I thought uncle will still be angry at miss witch, but he admits his fault right away??'
"Yes. I just rechecked when you were gone." Zhao Yang swiped the bangle, looking busy with something.
"Then, if you know– why you didn't chase her! You insult her and her father without proof!" Zhao Yun crawled to the bed and sat on the guy's lap.
He looked ready to push his own uncle to the bed if the young man didn't take this seriously.
Zhao Yang's finger on his bangle paused. The man's eyes flickered.
"I...was enraged. I couldn't think straight." Zhao Yang sighed. "And when she ran...I was checking out things."
"What things?!"