The middle-aged uncle looked at Yang Fan with disgust, furrowing his brows and hesitating for quite some time, feeling more nauseated than if he had swallowed a fly.
Very reluctantly, he approached Yang Fan: "By the way, how may I address you?"
"Yang Fan." Yang Fan looked aside, answering with impatience.
"Mr. Yang, regarding this matter..." Everyone was unanimous, really waiting for the plane to land and the police to investigate would inevitably put one at a disadvantage, and possibly lead to compensation, a loss not worth the gains. Swallow this anger for now, get back at him slowly later.
"What now? You slandered me, is there anything else you want to say?"
The middle-aged uncle cursed inwardly, it was clear that you broke my arm, but these words could only be said to himself in his heart.
Suppressing the urge to swallow his spit and taking a deep breath, he continued amiably: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have slandered you, I apologize, I'm sorry."
