Mingzhou District, Pulisi Hotel.
"Mr. Lu, I toast to you. If it weren't for you, I might have taken a big tumble this time."
Dong, returning to his room to wash away his fatigue and shave off the weathering on his chin, changed into new clothes, and then he and his wife invited Lu Liang to dinner.
Milk Tea Girl chimed in, "Thanks to Mr. Lu with his remarkable abilities, we could quickly settle this matter."
The couple looked harmonious, as if it was none of their personal concern and purely a matter of helping the group solve a significant problem.
"We're all friends here, aren't we? When we're out and about, we should help one another," Lu Liang replied with a smile, raising his cup in return.
Through this couple, he could see that in a marriage among the wealthy, emotions were often the least noticeable factor.
Apart from being a little sulky, Dong acted as if nothing had happened, showing no signs of owing anything to Milk Tea Girl.
