Qin Li finally accepted the money and bowed solemnly to Li Sanjiang.
Li Zhiyuan silently bowed his head and ate his meal. He didn't believe for a second the excuse about Uncle Qin going back home to attend to his elder brother. He had been to the eastern room and paid respects to the ancestral tablet; the situation was clearly that the entire family, no, the entire clan was gone.
Uncle Qin's departure could only be due to last night's incident.
Li Zhiyuan could sense that, staying with the Grandmaster, they had been trying hard to avoid certain taboos. Uncle Qin's departure was probably for caution's sake.
Sigh, the cost of this one time of tipping over a soy sauce bottle was really high.
He sneakily glanced at Liu Yumei and noticed that she was also looking at him, their gazes briefly meeting.
Liu Yumei's eyes were meaningful, her lips curved in a smile.
Li Zhiyuan knew this was a silent warning.
