Inside the room, Song Lianhe finished treating the Hu Shang's wounds. The man stood up, bowed with his fists clasped, and said, "My apologies for my earlier behavior."
Song Lianhe shook her head. Her slender finger pointed to Fu Wu, who had been waiting at the side. "He is the one you should be apologizing to."
Fu Wu was startled and waved his hands frantically. "No, no..."
The Hu Shang was also a bold man. Without a second thought, he immediately clasped his fists toward Fu Wu and said, "That was my fault just now. I hope this young brother can forgive me!"
"Sir, you... you..."
Fu Wu stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Song Lianhe patted his shoulder and gestured to the Hu Shang. "Alright, that's enough. We can consider this a classic case of 'no fight, no friendship.' May I ask for your esteemed name, brother?"
"I am Kui Lang, and I'm in the horse trade. May I ask for your noble surname, Miss?"
"Song."
