Diwu Ming opened his mouth and a bitter smile suddenly flickered in his heart.
This little brat!
It looked like she was going to have to bleed some more.
Everything had been going so well, and Zhang Yulan hadn't even mentioned her threat to Yang Fan. She felt that if she could just show a little more goodwill to Yang Fan now, they could turn enemies into friends and settle everything nicely.
But who knew this youngster would be so stubborn?
So what to do?
Spend money to get rid of the problem.
Meeting Zhang Yulan's somewhat unfriendly gaze, Diwu Ming spoke earnestly, "Sister Yulan, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I was just joking around with Fanzi, I didn't really mean to threaten him. Ah, look at the trouble it's caused."
"To show my sincerity, I'll round it up, adding another two hundred thousand, to entrust Sister Yulan with handling this matter."
After any conflict arises, no matter how sincere the explanation, it always seems feeble.
