"President Wu, he said he would compensate, absolutely won't treat Tianhai Entertainment unfairly, nor you."
"Do I look like someone who lacks money?"
Wu Kun muttered under his breath.
He glanced at his watch; indeed, it was getting late, almost time to finish work.
"Alright, you guys tidy up and get ready to leave. I'm going to meet this guy!"
Wu Kun suppressed Wu Pengtian.
He felt it was about time.
After all, he had to finish work and return home, where his wife and child awaited. He couldn't hang around here forever.
Downstairs,
Wu Kun looked indifferently at Wu Pengtian, who was kneeling on the ground rubbing his knees, and said, "Young Master Wu, do you want me to get you a cushion? It'd be more comfortable to kneel!"
"President Wu! President Wu, my dear grandpa, please spare me this time.
I was foolish, I was out of my mind."
As Wu Pengtian spoke, he also slapped himself on the cheek.
