Mr. Xu had three glasses of Martell, feeling slightly tipsy, his eyes tinged with red.
After the last glass was drained, he picked up his Dunhill lighter.
The chauffeur in white gloves was punctually standing at the door, ready to pick people up.
The car stopped at the porch.
Xiao Li opened the car door, there was no need to ask, he would definitely stay at the nearby flat tonight.
Lately, he had been returning to the Xu family's home frequently for meals, either staying at the house in the Western Imperial City Roots or ignoring the people at Dongshan Villa.
For several days, Mrs. Xu often waited for him to come home before having dinner, having only this one son. She didn't involve herself in his private matters, and for more serious issues, Xiao Li was by his side to remind him of his duties, so she didn't have to be too concerned.
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Leh Ying couldn't remember which day it was by now.
