At this moment, Qiao Ruoxin stood by, her heart trembling slightly.
Mo Chen leaned on the sofa, exuding the posture of an emperor, high and mighty, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Suddenly, his icy voice stated, "That woman should kneel, and Mr. Qiao ought to apologize to my woman in person."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Qiao Family turned extremely ugly.
The living room fell as silent as a tomb.
Qiao Father practically threw away his old dignity and said, "Mr. Xiaomo, we have had no grudges in the past and no quarrels recently, why target me like this?"
The man scoffed disdainfully, "How can you say we have no grudges? Didn't your son spill Coke all over me?"
"He's young and ignorant..."
Mo Chen pinched the bridge of his nose with his long fingers, appearing somewhat impatient, and said coldly, "Either apologize or get out of the capital."
This firm and cold stance left Qiao Father momentarily flustered.
