Dongfang Zeyang kowtowed repeatedly like pounding garlic: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Miss, I was wrong..."
He didn't know what he was wrong about, but it didn't stop him from admitting his mistake.
Lu Yunzhu continued to tap the armrest with her fingers, waiting until his throat was hoarse from apologizing before she stopped tapping.
Dongfang Zeyang's voice came to an abrupt halt, finally he was done apologizing... Shouldn't it be all right now?
Dongfang Zeyang quietly exhaled a sigh of relief in his heart, but the atmosphere of silence made his heart tense up again, and his expression became increasingly stiff.
"The daughter you raised..."
"My little daughter Dongfang Xingsong is already dead." Dongfang Zeyang quickly said.
Lu Yunzhu looked into the distance, her voice devoid of any emotion: "She called my brother a 'slave,' I wouldn't bring you here for that, but she said another sentence...
'If you don't want your master to get into trouble, then stand still.'"
