"It's tasty; give it a try."
"Crazy," she said, but Li Xiaoyu still took a small sip.
And she found it quite good.
Tang Xian didn't mind and continued:
"It's like the women on Decay Street, who, no matter the client, are willing to smile and flirt. But even if they could stay young forever and do this job for life, most would choose to settle down with a decent man when they have enough money."
"The Li family and the Song Family have indeed done many face-losing things, all the dirty jobs, but that's all behind the scenes. When it comes to matters in public, they never lose face."
Li Xiaoyu probably understood.
"Your metaphor is really… vulgar."
"The Song Family wants face, the Li family wants face. If I'm not mistaken, the son of the Song Family should be taking home a grand slam, right?"
Li Xiaoyu nodded and said irritably:
"Yes, the hero of all humanity."
"You seem unconvinced?" Tang Xian found it amusing.
"I just know it's not that simple."
