Li Jiang never anticipated that the City Lord would actually employ Gao Fei.
It caught him somewhat off guard.
"Father," Li Xiaoming voiced his concern, "what should we do now?"
"Don't panic," Li Jiang waved his hand: "I will have a chat with Gao Fei, promise him some benefits, and urge him to minimize major issues, and resolve the minor ones."
"What if he doesn't agree?" Li Xiaoming asked, worried.
"He won't refuse," Li Jiang shook his head: "After all, I am the Grand Steward of the City Lord's Mansion, and Gao Fei certainly wouldn't want to offend me."
"Then you should hurry," Li Xiaoming urged.
"What's the rush, let's wait until it gets dark," Li Jiang glared at his son: "I must have committed some serious sins in my past life to have given birth to something like you in this one."
Li Xiaoming lowered his head, not daring to speak.
…
The Sun set.
Darkness enveloped the land.
