"Mr. Lu Chuan… Mr. Lu Chuan, about what happened earlier, I truly apologize."
Ye Jiaxin suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Lu Chuan. With a serious expression, she said, "I apologize for my rudeness. I hope Mr. Lu Chuan can set aside any grudges."
"That depends on how you behave."
Lu Chuan never considered himself a villain, but he wasn't so mild-tempered as to smile at someone after being humiliated—even if the person was a beauty.
"If Mr. Lu Chuan doesn't mind, I'd like to host a banquet in your honor as compensation for the unpleasantness earlier."
"Do as you wish. I need to rest first. Take me to my room. You can decide the rest."
Acupuncturing Old Master Ye had indeed consumed quite a bit of Lu Chuan's energy. On top of that, ever since boarding the plane, he'd been feeling a lingering mental grogginess. He needed a good rest.
