Cheng Dongliang saw that Li Xiaoyao seemed to be in good spirits and said, "Mr. Li, please stay for lunch with us."
"No, thank you. I'm heading back," Li Xiaoyao declined. He had just been intimate with someone's daughter, and although he didn't feel guilty, it still felt somewhat strange.
Cheng Dongliang said, "Mr. Li, didn't you mention last night that you needed my help with something? Let's have lunch and talk about it."
Li Xiaoyao's heart stirred. Indeed, he did need Cheng Dongliang's assistance with some matters.
"Alright, then let's have a simple lunch together," Li Xiaoyao turned and headed back to the living room.
Cheng Dongliang instructed the people behind him, "Prepare for the luncheon."
Li Xiaoyao and Cheng Dongliang sat in the living room chatting, and after more than half an hour, Cheng Yiyi came downstairs.
Cheng Yiyi's walk was slightly awkward, and with each step, a hint of pain surfaced on her face.
