"Moreover, if you want to vent your anger, you should vent it on me. What sense does it make to trouble Miss Ruan?"
The leader hesitated, his anger subsiding, revealing a look of regret.
He glanced at the ravaged orchard, feeling quite unwilling in his heart: "Lord, one matter is separate from another. Since we've damaged these goods, we shall compensate for them."
"Compensate? With what will you compensate?"
The orchard's worker angrily stepped forward, saying, "We have nurtured those fruit seedlings with great effort, only for you to ruin them like this! You can't even afford a meal, yet you want to compensate? What will you use to compensate?"
Ruan Mian stopped the worker, sizing up the group of men.
The leader straightened his back: "I said I would compensate, so I will compensate. But the insulting workers from Ruan's Freight Operation cannot just let this matter go!"
Lord Lin, seeing them treat it like a joke, was speechless, about to speak, when Ruan Mian intervened.
