Because of Cai Yiren and Qin Zhimei's conflict, Lu Weixin was not in spirited, and in no mood to deal with Qin Zhiyou. It was Yang Mogui who gently admonished him, "Go greet him."
Lu Weixin sighed, setting down his chopsticks to approach the door. He lifted his eyes and said coolly, "You're back."
Qin Zhiyou had just got out of his car, looking utterly weary. Yet his afternoon meeting, under his painstaking arrangement, ended up as another complete victory. His uncles and aunts were left chocked with resentment. It seemed they were only a step away from resorting to violence.
Well, if he hadn't been so aggressive, how could Liu Yiyi, the spy, have shown her value? He reasoned that his aunt must have orchestrated a scheme involving Liu Yiyi, who would be deployed soon. When that happened, he could use this information to confound them instead.
Despite his heavy workload, as soon as he finished handling the most urgent matters, his first instinct was to hurry home.
