"But I didn't hold a knife to your uncle's throat and force him to sell the shop to me..."
The man's voice was soft, his eyes carrying a faint smile as they fell on Nanxi: "I didn't hold a knife to your uncle's throat and make him sign the transfer contract... so, Nanxi, it seems like I didn't do anything wrong!"
Nanxi: "..."
She breathed in, indeed, because he had offered a price that was triple the market rate, which tempted her uncle, and her grandmother wanted to return to the south to live out her old age, so they hastily signed the contract!
None of this was Lu Yinchu's fault!
"Mr. Lu, I apologize... I didn't mean to say that you did anything wrong. It was our own issues. Regardless, we still hope that Mr. Lu can return the shop to us. I'm here to apologize on behalf of my uncle!"
"Hehe!" The man laughed lightly. He knocked the ash off his cigarette, turned his head and gave her a glance—
