Accept, Let go

Wen Zhi knew that the Old Master had come to ask her out of concern, but before she had a chance to reply, Meng Fan already spoke up on her behalf, "Great-grandfather, don't be so harsh on Zhizhi."

Hearing this, the Old Master's face soured, and he retorted, "How have I been harsh to her?"

Anyone who had contact with the Old Master knew that he usually had an intimidating, stern expression on his face.

Wen Zhi meant to say the Old Master hadn't been harsh to her, but at that moment Meng Fan raised her hand in front of her as a signal not to speak.

Then, Meng Fan imitated the Old Master's serious expression in a calm and composed manner, "With that look on your face, how can you not be considered harsh?"

Meng Fan's imitation was spot-on, even her tone was very similar.

The Old Master was annoyed, "When I let you speak, you're the one who talks too much."

Meng Fan held back her laughter, "See, you are being harsh to me again, aren't you?"