With gritted teeth, Du Bin still knelt down.
"Uncle Musheng, it's my fault, I shouldn't have treated you that way before, hit me or scold me as you wish!"
Du Bin yelled.
In his voice, there was still an air of defiance.
Du Musheng sneered and said, "Forget it, I won't make it difficult for you. If you don't like my conditions,
then let Old Master Du come himself.
Honestly, I do want to acknowledge our kinship, but it's just to seek justice for my mother.
I may not have money, but I'm not so desperate as to beg you for it.
This matter was, after all, agreed to by Old Master Du himself.
Let him come!"
Before Du Chongshan and Du Bin could respond, Du Musheng slammed the door shut with a clang.
At this moment, he was incredibly tense.
"Mr. Xiao, do we really have to do this? Won't this offend that old geezer?"
Du Musheng asked.
There stood Xiao Chen, casually smoking, looking nonchalant, showing no signs of his formidable nature.
