Li Zhiqian heard the voices of young girls at home and understood immediately. His father had called him back to arrange a marriage meeting.
He was about to turn around and leave when Secretary Dong stopped him, loudly announcing, "Sir, the young master is back."
Everyone looked over. The upbringing Li Zhiqian had since childhood prevented him from leaving in front of guests. He glared at Secretary Dong, then turned and walked inside.
The girl who had been speaking stood up, her voice soft and melodious like the song of an oriole, captivating and pleasant, "Brother Li is back."
Old Master Li glanced at Li Zhiqian, then said to the girl, "Xiaoxuan, sit down, make yourself at home, no need to be formal. Zhiqian, why are you back so late? You kept your Uncle Song and Xiaoxuan waiting for so long."
There was no expression on Li Zhiqian's face, "There was traffic on the road."
