At this point, Elder Chu truly started to blow his beard and glare, raising his finger to Elder Mu and retorted, "Clearly it's you who's stingy, when was I ever stingy? Don't pin your past actions on me, or else I won't let it go."
Upon hearing this, Elder Mu's expression also became quite colorful. He stopped playing chess and directly threw the piece in his hand onto the chessboard, his voice already tinged with discontent, "When did I ever pin my past actions on you? You're slandering me again."
Elder Chu, "Who's slandering you? Clearly, you're the one slandering me..."
Elder Mu, "...Clearly, you're the one slandering me."
"You were the one who slandered me first..."
"You were the one who slandered me first..."
"..."
Song Qiao stood there watching the two old men, both well over half a century old, arguing like children—not knowing how to advise these old troublemakers, she simply stood there without speaking, deciding not to try to persuade them.
"Grandpa, Elder Mu..."
