"Decide now, whether you want it public or private. My time is precious, I can't afford to waste it here," Yang Ye abruptly dropped his smile and urged.
In the past, Cen Hong was a grand marshal in charge of the country's troops. Despite his dissatisfaction towards Cen, he showed verbal respect.
However, things were different now. A small county magistrate, especially one who had committed a mistake, deserved any scolding he received.
Cen Hong ground his teeth, his face reddening from frustration before finally asking, "What are the terms for a private settlement?"
"You previously demanded ten thousand taels of silver from Miss Qiao as a private settlement. Now, you just need to compensate her the same amount," Yang Ye nonchalantly responded, swinging the fan in his hand.
Cen Hong took a deep breath, gritting through his teeth the word, "Fine."