"Please, have a seat and let's talk," Lu Hanmo gestured with a hand for the other to sit.
Zhuo Zhiwei smiled, nodded, and sat down. "Captain Lu! Madam Lu! I've heard about the incident this morning, and although our Zhuo Family has severed ties with Zhuo Luoluo, I still feel deeply apologetic. If I hadn't failed to discipline my daughter properly in the past, none of this would have happened. I'm truly sorry. We've prepared these gifts especially for you; please do accept them," he said, gesturing towards the pile of gifts on the table.
Lu Hanmo nodded slightly. "I hope there won't be a next time." Zhuo Luoluo was already dead, so of course, there would be no next time, but it was still necessary to say these words.
"Absolutely!" Zhuo Zhiwei assured him. His wife had said that Luoluo's chances were slim, and he didn't know how she was now. Although he didn't wish for her death, he also didn't want her to cause trouble again, especially for the two people sitting in front of him.