This World Really Had Martial Arts Masters?

Seeing Zhao Mingze leave in indignation, Ning Wangshu didn't stop him.

After Fan Xuping took the phone, he immediately said, "Mister Zhao..."

"Mm!"

Zhao Zhengqi's voice came through the phone. "Master Fan, please apologize to that gentleman on my behalf first. Tell him I failed to raise my son properly and that he offended him. I hope he'll forgive us!"

After a pause, Zhao Zhengqi continued, "Also, please tell him I'd like to invite him to dinner to express my apology. Ask when it would be convenient for him."

"As for Master Yuan, come back with him later."

"Understood, Mister Zhao!"

Fan Xuping answered hurriedly.

After hanging up, Fan Xuping immediately went over to Ning Wangshu and said, "Mister Ning, I just called Mister Zhao... I mean, the father of that man from earlier."

"He asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. He said he failed to raise his son properly, and his son offended you. He hopes you won't hold it against him. He also asked when it would be convenient for you, as he'd like to invite you to dinner and apologize in person."

Hearing Fan Xuping's words, Ning Wangshu smiled and shook his head. "There's no need for dinner."

"But please remind Mister Zhao that he should keep his son in line from now on. He mustn't bother Yanqing again, or target Yanqing's company—or her family's company—with any underhanded tricks."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind paying the Zhao Family a visit..."

Fan Xuping's heart tightened at that. He hurriedly replied, "All right, Mister Ning. I'll make sure your words reach him."

"Mm."

Ning Wangshu gave a brief acknowledgment, then added, "All right, Old Fan. If there's nothing else, we'll be on our way."

Fan Xuping quickly said, "Mister Ning, please wait a moment."

"What is it?