"So, Boss Zheng, you're determined to stop us." Mu Jianni couldn't help but grip Jiang Xinghai's arm tighter.
"Miss Mu, you've misunderstood. I'm not trying to stop you deliberately, just addressing the matter at hand."
Zheng Dong took a long drag on his cigar. "My objective is simple. I'll preside over this matter and determine who was right and who was wrong. If you were in the right, I'll have them apologize. If not, you'll apologize. That's reasonable, wouldn't you say?"
As he spoke, he looked over at Zhang Rui.
The families of both Mu Jianni and Zhang Rui were comparable in status to his Zheng Family.
Zhang Rui, however, paid Zheng Dong no mind, turning her gaze to Jiang Xinghai instead.
"If that's the case, let's have some tea before we leave."
Before the words were even out of Jiang Xinghai's mouth, Zhang Rui had already brought over a stool.
"Master, please sit. I'll go brew some tea," Zhang Rui said, quick on the uptake.
