After Ex-husband writhed in pain and paid one thousand yuan, he was helped away by a few young ruffians, fleeing from Yang Fan's Bai Cao Pavilion as if escaping for his life. Despite his injuries, he ran noticeably faster than a rabbit.
Although it was indeed a bit of trouble, and it really affected the mood, earning one thousand yuan made Yang Fan very happy; today's business goal had been met.
Bai Mengzhu said to Yang Fan with some embarrassment, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry for causing such a disturbance."
"It wasn't really a disturbance, just a small inconvenience," Yang Fan said with a wave of his hand. "Now I'm really curious about something: why did he insist on reconciling with you? It's one thing to reconcile, but why does it seem like he's made an enemy out of it?"
"He's always been like that, if he can't have it, he wants to destroy it," Bai Mengzhu said, shaking her head.
"Mr. Yang, to show my apology, I'll waive one month's rent for you, how does that sound?"
