Old Mr. Li's birthday feast concluded in the evening, and Li Jinghan stayed to help Li Zhen Ting and Xu Peirong see off the guests at the door.
"Jinghan," Li Zhen Ting paused, his words carrying gravitas, "Your elder brother was a bit of a bastard. It was wrong of him to falsely accuse you in front of Grandfather today. Don't hold it against him."
After shaking hands and bidding farewell to a guest, Li Jinghan replied with understanding, "Dad, my brother is straightforward. I won't take it to heart."
Li Zhen Ting asked, "About the incident with the parrot, did you notice anything unusual? It doesn't seem like your brother's doing."
"I haven't been paying attention to it. It's better for me to stay clear," Li Jinghan glanced at his father, then added, "Dad, I understand what you mean, but this matter is unusual. I can't speak up in front of Grandfather. Besides, with the misunderstanding between my brother and me, how could I speak for him?"