Yang Hao tried to stand up again, but he still couldn't move. "I..." He was on the verge of tears, feeling utterly helpless. What kind of bad luck was this, to suddenly find himself kneeling?
"Children from wealthy families truly have good manners. I've already said there's no problem; I've forgiven you. Yet, you still don't get up." Yang Fan extended a hand to help Yang Hao up from the ground: "There's really no need to kneel, you can stand up."
He wasn't kneeling; he didn't want to kneel. "I..." Facing a smiling person who is courteous, the polite expression and nearly flawless smile of Yang Fan left him no room to erupt.
