"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, it's my fault for causing you trouble!"
The woman called Qiao Huanhuan, with apologetic eyes, spoke as the raucous noise outside the private room became even more grating, to the point that various curses and the sound of scuffling were clearly audible.
Chu Mo glanced at the reserved woman in front of him wearing a windbreaker, but he didn't speak. Instead, he began to think of a strategy.
If today's incident could be downplayed, it would be for the best. Otherwise, if someone with an agenda found out, the identities of Qing Guo and Qing Cheng might be exposed, and that would be a loss beyond recovery.
As Chu Mo was deep in thought, Qing Guo across from him said with a face full of guilt:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu. If it weren't for our sisterly whims, this would not have happened. It's all our fault."
"This was my idea. Mr. Chu, if you have to punish someone, just punish me alone!"
