"You scoundrel, daring to talk back to me. Do as I say immediately!" Yun Haoyang glared at Mo Mingda and scolded fiercely.
Mo Mingda covered his face, his expression shifting as he looked at the about-to-explode Second Young Master Yun. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and bowed to Lin Tian, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I was rude earlier, please forgive me."
"Not an ounce of sincerity, didn't your parents teach you? Look at the person when you're speaking!" Yun Haoyang reprimanded again.
Mo Mingda had no choice but to lift his head, look at Lin Tian, and apologize once more, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I was rude earlier, please forgive me."
"Brother Mo, it's not a big deal, just young people having fun, what's past is past." Lin Tian said indifferently. He genuinely didn't care; for such minor figures, Lin Tian didn't have the time to hold grudges—provided they didn't seek revenge later.
