Just as Lu Fengxuan was about to fly into a rage, a large hand gently touched the top of her head.
The motion calmed the tumultuous emotions within her swiftly.
She didn't speak again, but her lips pursed, showing a hint of unhappiness, and then she glared at Xu Dongcheng several times in dissatisfaction.
Seeing this, Yu Chiyin's ink-dark eyes flashed with a trace of gentle amusement.
After a moment, he slightly raised his sharp-featured handsome face, his gaze icy as he stared straight at Xu Dongcheng, his lips curved like a blade:
"Mr. Xu, in front of me, you tarnish my wife's reputation and image, is this the so-called 'sincerity' of your apology?"
His cool voice echoed in the living room, not loud, but it was like thunder, casual yet carrying an absolute air of authority, oppressive to the core.
Xu Dongcheng's figure stiffened, and even Xu Manqing, who was on the ground playing dumb, trembled.
"I misspoke; I take back those words just now, my apologies."
