"Why is this boy so late coming here?"
Old Yamamoto and his wife exchanged glances, and Mrs. Yamamoto pointed at the pillow, meaning they might as well pretend to be asleep.
Old Yamamoto shook his head and cleared his throat, "Mr. Jiang, we were just about to go to sleep. Is there something you need?"
"Of course, there is something. If there weren't, why would I come here in the middle of the night? I came to apologize. I was too harsh today and hurt your son. I'm truly sorry. Please, Mr. Yamamoto, open the door so I can apologize to you in person."
Old Yamamoto still did not know that so many people were outside. He had not expected Jiang Xiaobai to come to apologize. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door.
As soon as the door opened and he saw so many people standing outside, Old Yamamoto knew he had been tricked again. Jiang Xiaobai was definitely not here to apologize.