"Mr. Xu, it was my offense."
Qian Suyun was apprehensive, but she dared not doubt Xu Lin.
Xu Lin's aura implicitly told Qian Suyun that this young man was a formidable person whom she and even her family could not afford to offend, so Qian Suyun dared not retort, as retorting would amount to defiance.
Xu Lin's current aura was almost complete; it could be said that he gave people the feeling that his words were law, that whatever he said, others would believe.
At this moment, Xu Lin said nothing further and returned inside the house.
As for Qian Suyun's private transfer of assets, Xu Lin wasn't interested—those matters were best left to Jiang Mingyang to handle.
Such trivial matters were not worth Xu Lin's effort.
Jiang Lin smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, would you like some tea?"
"Okay, thanks."
Xu Lin politely had a cup of tea.
Then he went to Rong Xiyi's room with her.
"What were you talking about earlier?"
"Nothing much, just chatted and asked her to be nicer to you."
