Yuan Huan scurried forward, his hand outstretched to clasp Zhao Qingya's in a shaky handshake. "I brought him here," he mumbled uneasily. "Whatever happens next is entirely out of my hands."
He cast a nervous glance at Yi Tianheng, then urged him with a strained smile, "Go on, apologize! Apologize to him, or you're toast!"
Yi Tianheng, however, puffed out his chest and planted his hands on his hips. "Apologize? Why in the world should I apologize? I'm the young master of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's president! No matter what, I won't bow my head and apologize to some nobody. My apology isn't something just anyone can accept!"
Yuan Huan threw his hands up in exasperation, pointing a finger at the stubborn young master.
Words seemed to fail him, and after a frustrated sigh, he muttered, "Alright, alright, you win. You're incredible. I can't waste my breath on you."