"Really... really?" Tang Siqian, who was crying bitterly, stopped abruptly when he heard these words, jerking his head up with a face filled with the joy of a near escape from disaster.
"Really," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a gentle smile, nodding and patiently wiping away the tears with a couple of tissues, "Where there's a wrong, there's a culprit. I won't trouble a businessman like you, but you have to promise me a small favor as the price for my forgiveness."
"Yes! Yes! My lord, just tell me! Not just one request, I would agree to ten, ready to go through fire and water for you, my lord!" Tang Siqian said ecstatically.
His ancestors had served the lord, possessing the related bloodline and talent; the term "my lord" came naturally to him.
Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled and said, "Open your mouth."
"Ah!" Tang Siqian was puzzled, but obediently opened his mouth wide.
