Until he finally reacted, he hastily said:
"You're not wrong, it's my fault, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have — I shouldn't have filmed your video, sorry, sorry, it's my fault!"
Only then did Ivy River withdraw her hand.
She then walked to the dining table, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and washed her hands thoroughly.
The disdain on her face was unreserved and unapologetic.
Everyone looked at her with complex expressions.
Secretly thankful they hadn't offended Ivy River.
Michael Smith rushed to the side, free and unrestrained, covering his mouth to avoid speaking.
Ivy River called after him, "Just now I treated your illness, what do you think of the outcome?"
Michael Smith: …
He stiffly turned around, "It, it wasn't bad, now I am all rejuvenated, not a single issue, so you don't have to trouble yourself treating me again."
Ivy River nodded, smiling, eyes squinting, "So, are you still going to sue me?"
