Night had fallen, but the estate rented by Bi Quan was still brightly lit.
At this moment, the father and son sat face to face inside the house.
The table was laden with delicious dishes, but neither Bi Quan nor Bi Junxian had the slightest intention to pick up their chopsticks.
Mood and appetite seem like words unrelated, but in reality, they are directly connected.
The same was true for Bi Quan and Bi Junxian; in such a dispirited mood, even if a feast was before them, it would taste like wax.
Just then, Old Lu walked in and said, "Sir, the people have been dispatched."
"Repeat to me what you promised before," Bi Quan said flatly.
Old Lu felt a chill in his heart but didn't dare to hesitate at all, replying, "I assure you, everything's secure!"
"That's good, sit down and eat," Bi Quan nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly as if remembering something, asked, "Hasn't Xie Zhuang returned yet?"
"Not yet."
