Zhao Zhengde's face turned extremely ugly.
Apologize to Zhou Yu?
This was even harder for him than death.
But at this moment, he had no other choice. He could only obey Ye Mengmin's words.
Under the gaze of thousands, Zhao Zhengde took steps towards Zhou Yu, one at a time.
Each step seemed to drain all the strength from his body.
Of course, with each step, he was also forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart, trying his best to display an expression of remorse and sincerity.
When he reached Zhou Yu, with a 'thud', he knelt down.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, this is my fault."
"I apologize to you."
"Please forgive me."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
After speaking, Zhao Zhengde kowtowed three times loudly.
Seeing Zhao Zhengde kneeling on the ground, Zhou Yu's face was expressionless, he did not speak.
He was very clear that Zhao Zhengde was kneeling here purely because of Ye Mengmin.
In fact, he really didn't want to have anything to do with this Ye Mengmin.
