"Heh..." Jun Moyan chuckled coldly.
"You rob my merchandise, you injure my people—this is your way of inviting me?"
"I said it was a misunderstanding. No discord, no concord, right? So, I'll apologize to this little brother on my behalf, okay?" Xu Xiao spoke, glancing at the man in white standing behind Jun Moyan.
He took a drag of his cigarette, brought his hands together in apparent sincerity, and said with a beaming smile, "I'm really sorry about that."
The man in white gave him a glance and ignored him.
Xu Xiao didn't mind and, after taking another puff of his cigarette, continued, "I've heard that the Third Young Master Jun isn't on good terms with his family..."
Before Xu Xiao could finish, he received a warning look from Jun Moyan.
With a hurried laugh he said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions. I just think that with your current power and wealth, you could have a better support system. Nothing else—just mutual aid, you know."
"I don't need it."
