The onlookers who loved a spectacle were eagerly waiting to see what kind of inextricable lawsuit would follow, but they didn't expect Jiang Li to suddenly throw out such a statement.
"Fine," Liu Zimin agreed without hesitation, for fear that Jiang Li would change her mind. Although he consented, he still wanted to salvage some face, so he turned to Ye Shijie and said, "Young Master Ye, I too was deceived which led to this misunderstanding. Though you have torn up my painting, let's be forgiving where we can. I won't hold it against you. Forget about the twenty taels of silver. Today, for the sake of Miss Jiang the Second, let this matter rest. You can have this painting, I no longer want it."
Hearing the sighs from the crowd, Liu Zimin suppressed the shame and indignation in his heart, bowed to Jiang Li with his hands clasped, and left pretending to be composed.