"It's nothing major, just that I once met you at my brother's place and thought to come over for a visit,"
The middle-aged woman said with a smile, "And last time we had a bit of a misunderstanding, so I thought it best to clear it up."
Hearing this, Song Yun smiled faintly and said, "If you could think that way, that would really be great. After all, these days one more enemy is less beneficial than having one more friend."
The middle-aged woman nodded earnestly and then gave her son a pat on the back, saying, "This is my son, his name is Wang Bo. You young folks should get to know each other; who knows if there might be opportunities for collaboration in the future."
Honestly, with Song Yun's current status, it was others who were eager to work with him. A small store owner truly didn't qualify.
It was merely because these people had some connections with Yue Ji, so outwardly he couldn't afford to be too rigid.
