The Jiang family's butler walked politely to Zhou Hengfeng's side and placed his hands in front of him. He was polite and courteous. "Mr. Zhou…"
Zhou Hengfeng stood up with an embarrassed and anxious expression.
It was obvious that the old man sitting in the wheelchair was resting with his eyes closed and had no intention of responding to him. It was useless no matter how anxious he was. He could only place the bank card on the table and say in a low voice, "Old Master Jiang, I'm sincerely here to apologize to you on behalf of Zhou Wei. I hope that you can plead to Miss Qiao on Zhou Wei's behalf on account of our two families. As long as Miss Qiao is willing to forgive Zhou Wei, I'm willing to personally go to Rao City to apologize to her. In the future, I, Zhou Hengfeng, will owe her a favor. Her matters are my matters. As long as I can help, I'll definitely do it…"
