Kneel down?
The suppliers were momentarily stunned, their facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
All in their forties or fifties, and they were expected to kneel and apologize to a girl just past her twenties?
Wasn't this demand a bit too excessive?
They were clearly reluctant.
"Mr. Ye, look, let's forget about kneeling, shall we? After all, we..."
Before the person could finish speaking, Ye Fei cheerfully interrupted them.
"Kneeling is a must! Not just kneeling, to show your sincerity, each of you must kowtow loudly and slap yourselves hard twice."
"Most importantly, only if my wife nods and forgives you, can this matter be considered resolved. Understand?"
Ye Fei's smile suddenly vanished as he looked at them with a face full of resolve.
His eyes were as sharp as daggers.
If you bastards hadn't forced her into a corner, would my wife have fallen ill? Would she have fainted?
