Wang Nan stared at Huang Lei, who was still leisurely eating, truly wishing she could just pour a bowl of porridge directly into her mouth.
Really, couldn't she see what time it was? How could she still eat so leisurely?
"Why don't you suggest that Zhao Aoran apologize to the other party? After all, the matter isn't that big, and the other side also hopes this doesn't get blown out of proportion."
Although Zhao Aoran was the first to throw a punch, if one really wanted to pursue the matter, the other party wouldn't come out smelling like roses either—who asked him to speak too excessively?
But given Zhao Aoran's temper, would he be willing? There's a ninety percent chance he won't agree, and a ten percent chance that someone will intervene on his behalf.
Apologize? Wang Nan let out a long sigh, "Impossible."
"Fan Xiaofei had already mentioned this before."