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"Zhao Xing, you steal and still think you're in the right? Apologize to Erhu immediately and return the stolen sweet potatoes," Zhao Dahuo said, his words seemingly aimed at smoothing things over. In truth, he too hoped that, for his sake, Zhao Erhu wouldn't make a big fuss about this. Although his relationship with Wei Family and her son hadn't been amicable in the past, they were still brothers, bound by blood. Erhu had already accepted Zhao Cheng and his wife, allowing them to work here, with Li Xiaomei managing affairs no less. Forgiving Zhao Xing as well wouldn't be too much, but Zhao Dahuo had yet to understand the difference between them.

Zhao Xing somewhat understood Zhao Dahuo's meaning, and so, seizing the opportunity to back down, he said, "Alright, I'll listen to you and return them. It's ridiculous to hold such grudges between brothers." There was even a hint of complaint in his voice.