"I didn't know the young master is a high disciple of the White Cloud Temple. I was quite presumptuous yesterday. Please, young master, forgive me, and be magnanimous!"
Lu Zheng looked at the two baskets of gifts in the front yard, speechless. Did they actually back down?
The one who came to apologize was Zhou Mingsheng. Zhao Wenrong couldn't swallow his pride and didn't come, and the temperamental and annoying servant was also absent.
"That Zhao Si speaks without thinking and has poor character. He has been sent back to Yizhou to face the family law." Zhou Mingsheng bowed with a grin, "It was quite cool yesterday, and our young master caught a cold and is recuperating in bed, unable to come here. I ask for your understanding, young master."
"Ha ha!"
Lu Zheng chuckled but did not expose the lie.
