When they walked out of the hall, Pan Xinran, who was anxiously waiting at the door, rushed toward them and blocked their way.
"Miss Zhi, Madam Gu!" Pan Xinran's eyes were swollen from crying, and her hair was disheveled, completely different from her domineering and arrogant appearance in the restroom when she was demanding a ring from Zhi Foliu and Ye Xingbei.
The four of them stopped in their tracks.
Gu Junzhu wrapped his arm around Ye Xingbei's waist, furrowing his brow slightly.
Zhi Foliu took a step forward: "Didn't you already find your ring? What more do you want?"
"I'm here to apologize," Pan Xinran cried as she bowed ninety degrees to the two of them: "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
"We're not pursuing the matter anymore, which means we've already forgiven you," Zhi Foliu frowned at her: "What more do you want?"
Pan Xinran sobbed, "But... but my cousin has fired my brother and stopped the Li Group from collaborating with my family."
