A man's dignity was more important than mere pride.
"Fine." 'I've handed her the leverage myself. What else can I do?'
Only then did Sheng Leyun, like a triumphant little rooster, clasp her hands behind her back and slowly strut away, chin up and chest out.
Once inside, Sheng Leyun plopped down nonchalantly in one of the round-backed armchairs set against the wall for guests. She glanced at Xiao Hailan, who was still wiping away tears, and Xiao Haiyang, who was glaring daggers at her.
A smile played on her lips. "Xiao Hailan, Xiao Haiyang, go pour me a cup of tea as an apology."
"Tsk, tsk. You have no idea. When I was cornered for money, my poor little heart nearly burst."
"If a person doesn't have a heart, they die. So what you did was incredibly harmful to me!"
"Later, your family can discuss how you're going to compensate me for my life."
Xiao Hailan snapped viciously, "Pah! You little country bumpkin, dream on! You want *me* to serve you tea and apologize?"
