Ji Qing was kneeling on the ground, constantly kowtowing, her forehead was scraped to the point of bleeding, with bright red blood flowing out.
Lu Jingwei hurried over to hold Ji Qing, her tears like a flood that couldn't be stopped: "Mom, what are you doing? Stop kowtowing, you're bleeding."
Because he had just had a violent coughing fit, Old Sir Lu was now breathing heavily, he weakly lifted his head to look at Lu Jinghan: "Child, just agree to their request, consider it your grandfather's debt to you, all right?"
Ji Qing knew that Old Sir Lu had just lost his son, now was the time when he was most sad and heartbroken, and only now could she force the old master to agree.
Lu Jinghan looked at Ji Qing kneeling on the ground with a grim expression, of course he could see through her little schemes, but to spare the old master from embarrassment, he could only agree for now.
"Fine, I agree to let them enter the company."
