After dinner, Yang Qingyin and Yang Qingye returned home together.
On the way back, Yang Qingyin sent Luo Ziling a message, asking if he would like to have tea together.
Luo Ziling certainly wouldn't say he was unwilling.
Thus, the three met at the tea house where they had tea last time.
"Brother-in-law, I was too impulsive last time. Please forgive me," Yang Qingye apologized as soon as they met, "I was angry at the time, so..."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that," Luo Ziling patted Yang Qingye's shoulder, "It's all in the past now."
"Ziling didn't mean to scheme against you, and he didn't push you into a pit of fire," Yang Qingyin whispered, "If he had such ulterior motives, he wouldn't be planning to give you the entire Night North Bar. From this alone, you can see what kind of person he is."
"My brother-in-law is the best man in the world, otherwise why would my sister fall for him?" Yang Qingye giggled and joked.
