Ning Fan raised an eyebrow and glanced at the bar owner before nodding slightly, speaking indifferently,
"Fine, since you're talking about this matter, I'll agree."
Seeing Ning Fan finally agree, the bar owner happily stepped back.
When he returned, he saw his daughter sitting in the back, still in shock, and approached her with concern, asking,
"My dear Liz, how are you now? You didn't get hurt outside, did you? It's really all my fault, I shouldn't have let you go out!"
Liz heard her father blaming himself repeatedly, smiled at him, and said,
"Dad, I'm fine. That young man saved me in time, not a scratch on me."
Hearing his daughter's words, the bar owner finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"The person who came today also has a kind heart. I thought I was going to lose again, but nothing bad happened."
Thinking of the inexplicable look on the young man named Joseph as he left, he couldn't help but feel better.
