Kneel down?
Apologize?
Zhao Tieshan's words echoed continuously in Su Qingkun's mind.
The thought of kneeling before a filthy beggar filled his heart with an unprecedented sense of humiliation. But what could he do in the face of such humiliation? This was an order from Zhao Tieshan. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to refuse.
THUD!
Su Qingkun knelt before Lin Xiao. He stared pleadingly at him, his previous arrogance having vanished, replaced by panic and indignant frustration.
Su Qingkun struggled to force a smile, hoping to make his expression seem less awful. After much effort, he finally managed a grin, but it looked even uglier than a crying face.
