Long Mo glanced with his slim eyes, looking at the man standing behind Meng Xi'er. A hint of coolness lurked in his eyes: "Am I not allowed to teach someone a lesson, who bullied my girlfriend? Even you, the manager, object to that?"
Lun You sauntered over, a cigar in hand, a grey shirt on. He looked suave, with picturesque features and a demeanor of a playful young master who was slightly irreverent to the world. "Mr. Long, your presence here is of course respected, and you could do as you please. However, this woman, she is a friend of mine. How about this, Mr. Long - tonight, to save face for me, let them go? I'll apologize to you on their behalf, would that suffice?"
"Does my dignity merely worth an apology from you?" Long Mo, not one to be trifled with, chuckled, "It doesn't matter to me whether this woman is, or is not, your friend. I am always fair. Look, my girlfriend is so upset that she is crying. Can your single apology compensate for all her tears?"
