The three of them exchanged glances, the air suddenly going still. In this moment and scene, no one knew what to say.
"Miss, Mr. Li, dinner is ready. Shall we go downstairs now... to eat?"
Cheng Shi moved half a step to the right as he spoke, pretending he hadn't seen anything. He didn't want his young master to be embarrassed. Otherwise, he'd have to be caught in the middle, mediating conflict again—it was too suffocating.
His reaction was quick, and his reasoning reasonable.
Li Zishen swept a glance over and focused sharply on Cheng Shi's clenched fist. "You go down first. Me and your miss... have something to discuss."
Fearless Cheng Shi shouted, "How long?"
"15 minutes."
Li Zishen suppressed his anger, speaking very low.
"Fine, 15 minutes. I'll wait outside."
After speaking, Cheng Shi glanced at Tang Xiaowan and seeing her calm face, he quickly left but deliberately left the door ajar, about the width of a fist.
He knew what kind of person Li Zishen was very well.
