At this moment, Li Qiao, trailing at the back, looked up when she heard the voices.
Perhaps because of her recent marriage, Zong Yue seemed to carry an air of demure femininity and playful charm.
Even her brows and eyes no longer looked as somber and deserted as before.
Soon, everyone got into their respective cars.
About forty minutes later, two vehicles stopped near Changan Street at the Imperial Capital Grand Hotel.
Inside the private room, Zong Zhan, donning a camouflage uniform, had been waiting for a while.
When he saw the Li family members enter, he stood up to greet them, "Patriarch Li, welcome."
Li Guangming stepped forward to shake hands with him, "Mr. Zong, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Not at all, I just arrived too," Zong Zhan said as he gestured towards an empty seat, then ordered the staff to serve the dishes.
During the meal, most of the time was spent with Zong Zhan and Li Guangming making polite conversation.
