This uncle's attitude reassured Lan Jia'er, and her efforts weren't in vain.
She continued, "Uncle, find a time to meet with Yang Fan and have a chat. Apologize where needed. Don't suffer just for face—what's face worth anyway?"
Having been lectured by his niece, Li Yufang was left speechless and ashamed.
"Alright, I'll find a time to personally visit Yang Fan."
With things at this point, Li Yufang didn't want to cause any more trouble. Since there was a chance to continue collaborating with Yang Fan, apologizing and saying some soft words wouldn't hurt.
With the problem resolved, Lan Jia'er breathed a sigh of relief. After staying up all night, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she felt very tired.
Sitting on the sofa, a servant immediately brought her a cup of ginseng tea.
She took a sip and felt much better.
Just as she put down the cup, a Li Family servant came in: "Master, there's a Mr. Yang waiting to see you outside."
Mr. Yang!
