"Uncle Lin, there's no need to be so formal. Please, have a seat," Lin Kuang said with a smile. Although he knew Lin Wanli felt somewhat apologetic toward him, Lin Wanli was, after all, Lin Guo'er's father, and his politeness made Lin Kuang feel a bit embarrassed.
Hearing this, Lin Wanli quickly sat down, took a cigarette from the coffee table, and offered one to Lin Kuang.
"Lin Kuang, care for a smoke?" Lin Wanli asked with a smile.
Lin Kuang nodded and accepted it with a smile. Lin Wanli then lit it for him before lighting one for himself.
"Ahem, Lin Kuang, I'm sorry about the other night. Please don't take it to heart," Lin Wanli said, looking very embarrassed.
At that moment, Lin Wanli was incredibly grateful to Lin Kuang. If it weren't for him, Li Jiachen would never have agreed to cooperate.
"You're being too polite, Uncle Lin. What you did back then wasn't wrong, considering the circumstances. How could I possibly hold it against you?" Lin Kuang said with a laugh.
