Leng Youchen held a cigarette between his long, fair fingers, with smoke curling up gracefully. His expression was a bit enigmatic and profound, and his tone was filled with hostility, "There's no need for an apology. Whichever hand touched my woman, chop that hand off, or, he can become impotent as an alternative."
The President of A&M Group had a pale face. With the achievements A&M Group had today, he was certainly no easy prey. Knowing that Leng Youchen was simply demanding satisfaction, he said, "Mr. Leng, my son offended you. I apologize to you, and I will ensure he is strictly disciplined in the future. This is just a small token of my sincerity; I hope you'll let this matter go for my sake."
