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"I dare not blame anyone; it was my own fault for not standing firm and falling," the servant quickly apologized to Steward Ding. At that moment, he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. His injuries were not serious—his nose was broken, and he had lost two front teeth. Being able to follow the young master of the Wang family and navigate social situations was no small feat. The young man across from him, knowing his master's name yet acting as if nothing had happened, spoke volumes.
"My young brother, it seems clear to me that this fellow has admitted to falling on his own. In my opinion..." Steward Ding smiled at Mo Wen but left his sentence unfinished. Mo Wen understood what he meant: Wang Tian had already suffered a setback and should know when to back off.
"Then I will defer to Steward Ding's judgment. However, young master Wang's servant has not only ruined my mood for tea but also damaged the property of the teahouse. young master Wang, shouldn't you compensate for this?" Mo Wen placed the teapot and teacups back on the table, not missing the chance to take a jab at Wang Tian.
" Steward Ding, I will cover the cost of the tea and the damaged tables and chairs. I bid you farewell." Wang Tian shot a fierce glare at Mo Wen before leaving with his servants in disgrace. By this point, even he knew that there was no way to salvage the situation in the teahouse.
"Thank you for the tea, young master Wang!" Mo Wen called out cheerfully, bowing slightly as he watched Wang Tian's retreating figure. Hearing Mo Wen's thanks and the laughter of others behind him nearly made Wang Tian stumble down the stairs.
"My young brother, I truly apologize for this incident. I didn't expect that Wang Tian's dog would dare to cause trouble in my territory." Once Wang Tian had left, Steward Ding offered his apologies to Mo Wen. Regardless of the young man's identity, he was still a guest in his establishment.
" Steward Ding is too kind; it is I who have offended a valuable patron today."
"Such patrons are better off without. Given that Wang Tian has taken a tumble at your hands, I fear he won't let this go easily. Please be cautious." Looking at the youthful face before him, Steward Ding recognized that while the boy was young, he was no fool. As a local power in Moro City, he felt it necessary to give this young man a warning.
"Thank you for your reminder; I've finished my tea and will take my leave now." Mo Wen appreciated Steward Ding's goodwill but had his own plans in mind. He figured that Wang Tian must have already exited the teahouse and decided it was time for him to depart as well.
At the entrance of the teahouse, a group of Wang family's servants waited around, looking lost and confused. Their young master had gone inside with Young Masters Bai and Liu for tea, but those two had already come out looking extremely displeased and left immediately. Now they saw their master's face was even worse than theirs when they entered, while Old Eight still covered his mouth and nose.
"Old Eight, you stay here with two others; everyone else come back with me," Wang Tian said darkly as he led his entourage away, leaving behind the disfigured "Wang Ba" and two other servants. Without needing further instruction, Old Eight understood his master's intent.
"Eight Brother, what's wrong with our master today?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't; just do your job!"
The two servants exchanged glances—first at their master's ghastly expression and then at Eight Brother, who usually was more easygoing. However, they were perceptive enough not to press further given the situation.
Mo Wen felt that Wang Tian's arrangements were likely complete by now and leisurely walked out of the teahouse.
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