No matter how the rage smoldered and burned on, or how emotions tensed and spiraled out of control, the last vestige of reason in his mind would never snap; this woman, he couldn't touch her now.
The man's voice was rough with the rapidity of his breaths, "What apology does she need to offer you?"
Wen Yi tilted her head to look at the elderly man who had risen and walked over upon hearing her words; a smile playing on her lips carried a chill of quiet coldness, "The person who should apologize naturally should know why they need to apologize. Don't you agree, Mr. Li?"
The old man, with his hair half white and his gait unsteady, slowly approached, his wrinkled face streaked with tears, his voice trembling greatly, "Miss Wen, as long as you are willing to save my daughter... not to mention bowing in apology to you, even if it means kneeling before you, I am willing..."
Before he had finished speaking, he was already bending his knees to kneel—
