"There's no need for any special gestures. Firstly, Lord Su should forfeit three to five years' salary and distribute it to the disaster-stricken victims for their medical needs. In addition, Lord Su should kneel down in front of everyone, knock his forehead on the ground three times in apology, or perhaps take the thorny path to apologize personally, how's that?"
Jun Ruoxue suddenly said with a cunning smile.
Su Sikong paused, kneel down and kowtow to this little girl?
She actually dared to think of it!
But, was she feigning composure, or was she with fearless confidence?
"Make way! Please make way!"
At the moment when Su Sikong hesitated, Su Yue'er suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and came to Su Sikong.
She glanced at Jun Ruoxue in the carriage, hastily approached Su Sikong, and whispered in his ear.
A gleam of light flashed through Su Sikong's eyes.
So be it!