"Brother Changfeng, please don't tease me. I was just kidding. I'm just a small-time bar owner with no influence whatsoever. How could I possibly harm anyone?" the bar owner said pitifully.
Su Changfeng stretched out his hand and looked at it, saying, "Do you still want my hand? If not, I'll keep it to feed myself."
The bar owner slammed his head down and said, "Brother Changfeng, everything I said just now was nonsense. I hope you'll be magnanimous and forgive me this once."
"Isn't it inappropriate for you to say that? After all, you're a boss. How can your words be nonsense?" Su Changfeng laughed.
The bar owner now looked utterly miserable, his entire body starting to shiver, almost too scared to breathe.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Su Changfeng turned to ask Qing Yin.
