"There were only two branches, and you still managed to prune the wrong one. Is your head stuffed with mud?"
Usually calm, Xie Qingmang rarely lost his temper. A flush of color appeared on his pale face as he pointed at the Womu Branch on the table and demanded:
"There were only three choices, and you still managed to pick the wrong one for me. Did you come here to prune the Womu Branch or to prune me?"
Chapter 165