Watching Wang Chen's indifferent refusal, the middle-aged man's face turned even uglier.
His lips twitched twice before he said to Tong Lei in a low voice, "Boss Tong, you see, I'm putting on such a humble act here, and he doesn't even talk about forgiving me, let alone deliberately putting on airs. Now you should realize my words just now weren't from a mean heart gauging the belly of a gentleman."
Tong Lei glared at him, "Even I, as a bystander, didn't feel any sincerity in your apology just now. How can you blame him for putting on airs after that?"
"I..."
"Apologize properly! Hurry up! This is about Guan's very life and death," Tong Lei chided again.
The middle-aged man felt somewhat indignant inside. For years, when had he ever apologized to anyone? With his status, he was always the one others sought to please, and he had never had to humble himself before a stranger like this.
Furthermore, the person he was facing was just a poor boy from the countryside.
