"Boss." The man who came back from selling fish smelled of blood. He stood in front of Zhu Wen with wide eyes and looked at Secretary Wu and the others in an uproar. "Why are these people here? Boss, are you injured?"
Secretary Wu looked embarrassed and desperately winked at Zhu Wen for help.
Zhu Wen helplessly pushed away the few people who had been at daggers drawn the moment they met and briefly explained the situation just now.
The man selling fish had an honest personality. When he heard that his brothers wanted to reconcile, he immediately changed his expression. His angry face suddenly revealed a bright smile. "Secretary Wu, you should have said so earlier. I told you that you're a civilized person. You probably won't fight and kill. I misunderstood this matter. I apologize to you."
