"Are you the Hall Master of Yuheng Star Hall?"
Yang Zhenshan sat in the main seat, asking with a detached demeanor.
"I am indeed!"
Yang Zhenshan had not invited him to sit, and he dared not sit.
"Then why have you come here?"
"I am here to apologize to the General!"
"Apologize!" Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard, scrutinizing Luo Jingsong.
"That's right, Huang Yifu is our Yuheng Star Hall's saber-wielding guest. He was out of line to affront the General. Although the General has already dealt with him, I still feel profoundly apprehensive and have specifically come to offer my apologies to the General!"
"This is a small token of my sincerity, hoping to express my apologies to the General!"
Luo Jingsong presented a list of gifts to Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan took the list and glanced over it casually.
Apologizing with gifts!
This was indeed beyond his expectations.
But on further thought, Luo Jingsong's actions made sense.
