The Xiao Family patriarch, seeing the situation, invited Yang Xiao to take a seat.
Yang Xiao and the Xiao Family patriarch sat opposite each other, sipping tea delicately prepared by Xiao Ruoruo.
The beauty was alluring, and the tea was exquisite; each sip left a lingering fragrance on the lips.
It was the first time Yang Xiao had been treated to such an experience, and it was somewhat intoxicating.
"Young friend, I had Zhou Rong invite you over this time for two reasons," the Xiao Family patriarch began after Yang Xiao finished a cup of tea.
"Elder Xiao, please speak!" Yang Xiao set down his teacup and looked earnestly at the Xiao Family patriarch in front of him.
The Xiao Family patriarch was not a man to beat around the bush, a straightforward manner of communication that Yang Xiao quite appreciated.
"First, naturally, is to express my gratitude for your repeated lifesaving help! Second, I have a request to ask of you!"
