When Liu Zhizhong finished preparing dinner and called everyone to eat, the ones coming downstairs were like a pair of sister flowers.
Zhao Han, youthful and glowing, seemed refreshed by the new rain, exuding an enticing aura of a young matron—how could that not be impossibly appealing?
Lu Yumei, having vented her emotions, had a tender face with fine skin, and she looked in splendid health—who could guess she was 39?
Indeed, the wounds on Lu Yumei's face had healed, making her appear even younger.
And in the living room was another beauty—certainly, it was Lu Yuqing! Liu Zhizhong had returned and messaged her to come to eat; how could she not come?
Originally, Liu Zhizhong had called his wife, Zhao Yan, asking her to come home for a meal to celebrate his liberation from the suppression of the Zhang Family and his newfound freedom to operate in Yangzhou's officialdom.
Zhao Yan said she didn't have time and didn't want to come back.
