He hurriedly adjusted his expression and first bowed respectfully to the old master, his voice tinged with a trace of panic: "Old Ancestor, why have you come over?"
Old Master Fred Wright gave him a stern look, his eyes filled with authority and dissatisfaction, and he let out a cold snort from his nose: "Why can't I come over? With such a serious matter occurring, how long were you planning to keep me in the dark? Were you waiting for things to get out of hand and unmanageable before you would inform me?"
Oliver Wright was so terrified by the old master's glare that he shivered. He quickly shook his head, his voice trembling a little: "Old Ancestor, it's not like that. This matter hasn't been concluded yet, so we didn't dare to report it rashly, for fear that it might turn out to be a huge misunderstanding, which would cause you unnecessary worry."