Zhu Zhengjiang approached Lu Chuan with a sycophantic smile plastered on his face, constantly rubbing his hands as he said, "We're all friends here, and I hope you won't take my earlier words to heart."
"I, Young Master Zhu, really want to make friends with you."
As the son of a merchant, he was naturally accustomed to weighing the benefits and drawbacks in his mind.
Certainly, offending Lu Chuan here was bad for the entire Zhu family.
Not to mention that their cooperation with the Hua family could be destroyed, if he offended Lu Chuan, the Zhu family would essentially be losing a capable ally.
This was something the Zhu family absolutely could not accept.
Lu Chuan looked at him indifferently and said, "Didn't you say you were going to call for some people?"
"Where would that be? I was just joking earlier; it's all a misunderstanding. Why not I invite you to our mansion as a guest? We will certainly treat you with the standard due to a distinguished guest!"
