"Heh."
Mo Han gave a faint smile, his gaze mockingly lingering on Nie Huihuang, "If you were not born into the Nie Family, do you think you could still be alive now with your arrogant and overbearing nature?"
"An apology should look like an apology! Kneel down!"
His eyes narrowed, and his voice suddenly rose, "Kneel down!"
"You!"
Nie Huihuang was furious, wishing he could rush up and chop Mo Han into seven or eight pieces.
Tao Donglai had always wanted to ingratiate himself with Nie Huihuang, but it had always been his father fawning over him until now, and he hadn't been able to get a word in.
Now, finally, his chance had come!
He walked out from the crowd with a stern face and pointed at Mo Han, "Mo Han! If you can forgive someone, then forgive them!"
"Mister Nie has already apologized to you, what more do you want?"
Seeing someone speaking up for him, Nie Huihuang gratefully glanced at the speaker.
