Pei Jingchuan's lips curled into a cold smirk, his eyes revealing a trace of mockery.
His attitude was resolute, leaving no room for doubt, "Mr. Ouyang, there's no need for beating around the bush. What brings you here, do you wish for peace, or is there another agenda?"
Ouyang Fangcun felt the chill in Pei Jingchuan's indifference, a displeasure rising in his heart, but he still maintained a forced polite smile.
He made his voice as gentle as possible, "Mr. Pei, as you also know, the conflict between our two families has become more than just our own business. With every confrontation, countless others beneath us get dragged in. I am here, of course, hoping to find a peaceful resolution."
The smile on Pei Jingchuan's face was cold, like a gust of wind in the winter days.
His voice was clear, each word as hard as if it was carved in stone, "Mr. Ouyang, I do not accept reconciliation—only terms that equate to national humiliation. That is the Pei Family's bottom line."