The room became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Gourd Seven did not make any excuses for Fujiwara Yabo. To Fujiwara Yabo, ten million was indeed nothing, but for others, it could be a matter of life and death.
Of course, Gourd Seven also knew that the severity of the fines varied depending on the person.
There were fines for traffic violations to maintain good order in the world, and fines for lying would make the world much quieter.
Fujiwara Yabo's mouth twitched slightly.
"I was just kindly reminding Mr. Fujiwara,"
Gao Leng suddenly eased her tone, "Punishment is not the goal. The true purpose is to cultivate good standards. You understand this, don't you, Mr. Fujiwara?"
Finally, Fujiwara Yabo nodded, "I understand."
