Clearly, Liu Wen Zheng did not take Prince An seriously, and was instead relieved that his son did not cause him any major trouble. After all, it was just Prince An- not someone to be feared.
Moreover, in this world, no one wanted to be associated with Prince An, let alone walk down the same street as him.
Although he didn't express his opinion on this person, he still kept his distance in his heart.
With his hands behind his back, he walked to his desk and sat down, just as his son turned to him.
"Father, I'm afraid this issue cannot be resolved with an apology."
"Oh?" Liu Wen Zheng furrowed his brow and looked down at his son, who had slightly lowered his head, and said, "Later, I will take you to apologize personally, which should be enough to appease Prince An's anger."
His son, although skilled in martial arts, had never been involved in fights. At most, he offended others with his sharp tongue.
