Qin Yihan's words caused Su Zhenye's family of three to subconsciously furrow their brows.
The three exchanged glances.
Finally, Su Zhenye looked pleasingly at Qin Yihan's face, with an extremely obsequious smile, "Second Young Master Qin, I don't quite understand what you're implying."
"Su Xiaoli injured Yaoyao, that's an indisputable fact."
"It has always been the assaulter who apologizes to the assaulted, not the other way around."
"Could it be that you misspoke?"
Qin Yihan hooked his lips, his long legs elegantly crossed, "Mr. Su indeed has a lot of guts."
He leaned back, his dark eyes arrogantly sweeping Su Zhenye from behind his mask, "You say, I misspoke?"
The man's noble and powerful presence was suffocating Su Zhenye.
The middle-aged man turned a pale shade, shaking his head tremulously, "No... no, it was me who misspoke."
"Second Young Master Qin... how could he possibly misspeak..."
Having said that, he bit his lip, "I just..."
