Mu Qian knew how reluctant Ye Jiaren's apology was.
She resented Ye Qizu for not standing up for her, and even more so Wen Jiaren, for it was all because of her that she encountered this terrifyingly powerful male ghost.
Guo Jinyang glanced at Ye Jiaren and scoffed, "Living for thousands of years, this is the least sincere apology I've ever seen."
Ye Qizu's face grew increasingly somber, and he pressed Ye Jiaren down, causing her knees to hit the ground, "Apologize."
The wrath caused Ye Jiaren to tremble uncontrollably, and the eyes of the crowd made her feel utterly humiliated. She clenched her fists tightly and begrudgingly kowtowed to Guo Jinyang, "Sorry, sorry, sorry."
Three resounding bows, three apologies in succession.
Only then did Guo Jinyang relent, "That's more like it."
Ye Jiaren lowered her head, lips bitten to the point of bleeding, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
