An Zhongbo thought that since An Yan liked Master Li's cooking, he might as well invite him over. He couldn't really bring himself to have food cooked only to Li Tianyao's taste, could he?
Master Wang was speechless. Fine, fine, you're the boss, you call the shots, he thought.
Ten minutes later, Master Li hurried over, smiling so widely his eyes were mere slits. "Mr. An," he said, "rest assured, I will do my utmost."
"Sir, the Young Miss has returned!"
With Old Xiao's shout, An Zhongbo, An Yaoluo, and An Duxuan—the father and his two sons—all sprang into action. They stepped out from their respective rooms and, in the blink of an eye, were already outside the main gate!
An Yan arrived in Li Tianyao's stretch limousine. Luolie had already gotten out of the passenger seat and was reaching to help open her door.
But An Duxuan waved him off. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Seeing the three of them vying to help, An Yan's eyes immediately warmed.