"Uncle...", I still felt I should inform Uncle. There's another possibility as to why Uncle's reaction was so bland—he might have been too engrossed in chatting with Grandpa Qian Wang to notice the surging resentment, so I called out to Uncle to bring this issue to his attention.
"Hehe, you don't need to say anything. I'll leave this matter to you. Just use your judgment. If you really can't resolve it, I'll lend you a helping hand," Uncle stopped walking, turned his head, and gave me a gentle smile.
It seemed my first guess was correct. Uncle had noticed the resentment, but like before, he wanted me to handle the situation.
Uncle truly has high hopes for me. But then again, when Uncle used to assign tasks, he'd simply say they were up to me, and leave it at that. Yet this time, he added that if I really couldn't resolve the issue, he would lend a helping hand—suggesting that whatever's inside the courtyard might be troublesome to deal with.