Xu Li sobbed, staring at his silent son. He told him to make compensations quickly. Xu Lin was still enamored with Ying Luo. Wherever he was willing to humble himself before the woman he loved, chewing gum.
Xu Siyu laughed, stood up, raised a glass, and said: "Mr. Ye, Xu Lin is also young and frivolous. He doesn't understand etiquette but asks for the prime minister to hold a boat in his stomach, to have great tolerance."
Only now did Ye Fengsheng understand that today's so-called meeting was an apology banquet. He quietly looked into Xu Siyu's eyes and said: "You called me here for this?"
"I didn't notice this matter. If I wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have the chance to stand here and talk to me. If there's nothing else, I'll go first."
"Mr. Ye, please wait for a moment," Xu hurriedly said before he could put down the glass. "There's one more thing I want to discuss with Mr. Ye. I don't know if you can accommodate me."
Ye Fengsheng lightly said: "Speak your mind.
