"President Xia, watching you serve me tea so respectfully really makes me uncomfortable! You should just go back to your old self, so I can feel more at ease." Lin Fei said.
Lin Fei was more accustomed to the old Xia Jiahe, who was fierce and imposing. Back then, Xia Jiahe was indeed magnificent! Lin Fei wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes in Xia Jiahe's eyes. But now, it's like the tables have turned—Xia Jiahe wants to be in Lin Fei's shoes, yet Lin Fei won't let him.
Upon hearing Lin Fei's words, Xia Jiahe showed an awkward expression, gave a bitter smile, and said, "Lin Fei, just don't mock me, don't laugh at me. I now... sigh! I wronged you in the past, I'm here to apologize to you, I'm sorry..." Xia Jiahe's expression was exceptionally sincere. If Lin Fei hadn't seen Xia Jiahe's past demeanor, he might have actually believed it.
