"Mr. Yun, yes, my son was the first to be offensive. But he truly did not intend to kill."
The elderly Mr. Jiang, his head full of neatly combed white hair, spoke somewhat softly in front of Yun, a hint of helplessness in his bright eyes.
He continued, "Mr. Yun, for the sake of my face, could you be merciful? I'll have my son apologize to you and Mrs. Yun in person."
At this moment, Shu Run brought a freshly brewed cup of bamboo leaf green tea.
Yun Mo passed a cup of bamboo leaf green tea to Mr. Jiang, "I heard that Uncle Jiang doesn't like coffee and prefers tea, please try this bamboo leaf green tea, it's fragrant and delicious."
At this moment, the last thing on Mr. Jiang's mind was to enjoy tea. Still, he couldn't afford to disregard Yun Mo.
After murmuring a thank you, he took a sip of the bamboo leaf green to show his intention, complemented the tea, and returned to the main topic, "Mr. Yun, my son really did not intend to kill…"
