Xu Lao came over, his voice quite imposing, "What happened?"
"It seems your servant, while serving dishes, accidentally bumped into someone's tea, which spilled onto Young Master Gu's sleeve," a lady nearby said.
"Old Master, I really didn't do it on purpose. I had just finished serving the dishes and was about to withdraw when Young Master Gu tugged at me, and in my panic, I knocked over the guest's tea cup next to us. Old Master, I truly didn't do it on purpose. It's just that Young Master Gu tugged at me, and I got so flustered that I stained his sleeve," the servant said. As he spoke, his eyes brimmed with tears, looking pitifully at Young Master Gu, and he kept asking, "Young Master Gu, if you felt my service was not up to par, you could have told me directly. When you pulled on my clothes, it really scared me, and that's why I got so panicked and spilled the tea on you."
There was nothing unclear about what the servant said.
