"I didn't teach my son well, and Pan Ning is acting so arbitrarily." As he spoke, Pan Youcheng turned to look at Pan Ning, and his tone suddenly became stern. "What are you waiting for, you brat? Come over and apologize to Miss Lu."
Pan Ning, who had been scolded, dragged his feet forward unwillingly like a defeated rooster.
When he saw Lu Haiqiao, he recalled the embarrassment that this woman had caused him at the Garden View Restaurant that day. Even if no one had seen it at that time, he still couldn't get over his frustration.
While he hesitated, Pan Youcheng's tone turned stern. "Pan Ning! Have you forgotten what I said before we came?"
Pan Ning pursed his lips in grievance and didn't say anything.
Pan Youcheng couldn't help but step forward and kick him in the back of his knee. "I told you to apologize. Why? Are you mute?"