Mu Chengxi spoke matter-of-factly, but Wen Xin slightly narrowed her eyes. The injuries she had were long healed; using them as an excuse now seemed a bit too fabricated.
The intensity of the 'training' she endured from him last night was even more severe than military training, and he didn't hold back then.
"I can handle the military training. There's no need for commentary," Wen Xin said earnestly. She was still able to do that little bit of physical training.
"Miss Wen, I apologize for the earlier incident."
The restaurant owner, who had been waiting in the lobby, hurried over to Wen Xin as they exited, worried that his earlier handling of the situation had upset her.
As he returned to his office earlier, the more he thought about it, the more serious it seemed, so he took no chances in making amends.
"It's alright, it wasn't your fault," Wen Xin responded coolly, showing no hard feelings towards the owner.
