"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. I got your clothes all wet, let me compensate you for that."
Sun Weimeng, though arrogant, wouldn't cause trouble for no reason.
If it was time to apologize, then apologize he would.
He looked up with focused eyes, momentarily stunned.
How come there are so many handsome men in the Imperial Capital!
Does he, Sun Weimeng, even have a place here?
He saw the young man reach out with his smooth and slender fingers to steady the teacup, gently wiping the spilled tea with a napkin, his tone calm and unruffled.
"It's okay."
Zhong Yi glanced over at the noise, seemingly in jest said: "Young Master Sun, don't be afraid, he's one of President Huo's own people, he won't blame you."
One of our own people?
Sun Weimeng was taken aback upon hearing this. He had his own people in the Imperial Capital? How come he wasn't aware?
The young man stood up with a faint smile on his face: "Young Master Zhong is joking, excuse me."