Li Feng hesitated. He didn't know what to do.
It was Xie Moyao beside him who nudged his arm. "We should apologize to them. It was definitely our fault."
「Eight o'clock in the evening.」
After an afternoon of shooting, Sun Dasheng walked out of the shooting range in high spirits.
Of course, it would have been even better without that little incident.
"Please wait a moment!"
He was stopped on the road. Sun Dasheng looked closely, and when he recognized who had blocked his way, the smile on his face instantly turned cold.
"What is this about?"
He didn't speak. It was Da Yong, who was beside him, who spoke up. He stood before the three of them with an imposing stance, like a towering mountain.
The three took a few steps back, and in the end, it was the gentlest-spoken Xie Moyao who stepped forward. "Mr. Sun, I'm so sorry. You kindly invited us to join you earlier, but we were rude in return. We realize our mistake and would like to treat you to a meal as an apology."
"Oh?"
