"Spare me, master! I will certainly repay the gambling debt I owe."
When Li Xiang's voice rang out, Feng Cien's hand, pouring wine, paused. He couldn't have misheard, could he?
Was that really Uncle Xiang's voice just now?
How could Uncle Xiang have incurred gambling debts? What was going on?
Feng Cien looked over his shoulder and indeed, it was Uncle Xiang.
Li Xiang, Doctor Li's son, became the steward of Feng Mansion because his father greatly relied on Doctor Li, and at Doctor Li's request, had taken on the role.
Having Li Xiang manage the various trivial matters of the mansion was also meant to lighten Lady Shen's burden.
Now, at this late hour, it was truly unexpected to see Li Xiang in this tavern.
A rough man with a full beard was clutching Li Xiang's collar, threatening fiercely, "Listen here! If you don't bring the money by tomorrow, I will sell your women to the brothel to make money!"
"No, please don't!"
