Regret!
If there were a regret potion in this world, everyone would undoubtedly do their best to obtain it.
Especially Steward Fu, who immediately took out an iron tag with the word 'nine' on it from his bosom and then handed it over: "This, young friend Yang Xilin, just now I was short-sighted and failed to recognize Mount Tai. I hope you won't blame me, don't blame me haha."
Seeing Steward Fu's sincere attitude, Yang Chen, who naturally would not pursue the matter any further, as the saying goes, one should not hit a smiling face. After all, there was no deep conflict between him and Steward Fu, and it was normal for the latter to strictly adhere to his duties.
With this in mind, Yang Chen accepted the iron tag, cupped his hands, said nothing more, and left with Ruan Jinling.