Ruan Jin's expression changed abruptly.
If he let Ruan Tang leave like this, what would become of them?
Yet, to kneel and beg for mercy would be an unbearable humiliation.
Just then, Ruan Qingshan's knees gave way and he knelt on the ground. "Ruan Tang, I'm sorry!"
His voice was thick with reluctance, and one could even detect a hint of resentment.
Ruan Tang remained calm. She never dared to imagine that her overbearing uncle would one day kneel before her, begging for forgiveness. But when that day actually arrived, she felt no emotional turmoil, only calmness—no joy, and certainly no anger.
So, she said not a word.
Song Ru's expression twisted again. "What is the meaning of this? Your uncle has knelt and apologized, yet you still refuse to forgive us!"
"You two kneel as well," Ruan Qingshan said, grinding his teeth. "Furthermore, I will contact a lawyer to transfer ownership of the Ruan's Clothing Company back to you."
"Dad!" Ruan Jin yelled, unwilling to accept it.
