Shang Jianyao gave a terse acknowledgment. "Your father dances well. You can't judge a book by its cover."
He didn't seem to hear what Zhao Yide was saying.
Upon seeing that October Xue and the others didn't comment, Zhao Yide could only repeat, "My father has something he wants your help with. I wonder if you are willing to meet him."
Jiang Baimian's thoughts raced as she said mischievously, "As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. It's fine if we meet, but we can't do it at Zhao Manor. We have to find a place where everyone feels at ease."
Zhao Yide found this reasonable and nodded in agreement. "Alright."
He was just about to suggest a meeting place when Shang Jianyao suddenly patted his shoulder. "Let's eat first; we'll talk later. It won't taste good when it's cold."
Zhao Yide slowly turned his head and looked at Shang Jianyao, only to see his sincere and serious expression.
