This apology was impeccable in every aspect—attitude, posture, wording, volume, and emotion. It could have served as a textbook template for how to apologize.
However, Ye Xiu remained unmoved. He didn't even glance at Ming Shixiong, simply leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed as he lit a cigarette and began to smoke.
This irked Xing Feihu and Xue Wanchun. For a junior like Ye Xiu to behave this way in front of them, even lighting up a cigarette without offering them one—he clearly had no respect for them.
"Divine Doctor Ye, Old Ming is still standing," Xue Wanchun reminded him, his displeasure evident.
"I haven't forbidden him from sitting down," Ye Xiu said with a faint smile.
"You…" Xue Wanchun was furious. This kid dared to speak to him with such a tone; he was courting death. But he ultimately restrained himself and said to Ming Shixiong, "Old Ming, please, sit down."
