My mother shot me an annoyed look.
"Why are you being so stubborn? We were just joking with you. Aren't you overreacting?"
"I've said everything I needed to say," I replied flatly. "If you won't listen, there's nothing more I can do."
At that moment, an elderly man with graying hair but a straight, imposing posture stepped forward.
"I heard your young master works in scientific research," he said calmly.
"His qualifications shouldn't be low. And judging from what just happened, it was actually Mr. Cedrick and Miss Adeline who went a bit too far."
"Mr. Chandler, it's not what you think."
My mother immediately moved to his side, smiling warmly.
"This child is too unruly. Cedrick and Adeline were just trying to help him integrate into the family. Who would've thought he couldn't take a joke? He's far too sensitive."
Mr. Chandler chuckled lightly.
"Well, it's your family's matter. As long as it doesn't affect our cooperation, I won't interfere."
"Of course, of course." My father hurried to explain. "Children will have their disagreements. Don't worry—it won't affect the group in any way."
With that, the farce was quickly brushed aside.