The unconscious Dong Yiping was carried away, along with the Four Seasons Garden's guard.
The feast was reset, with specifications and standards noticeably a level higher than before.
Lang Songbai had already departed.
He seemed quite busy, saying a few polite words before leaving.
A storm thus subsided quietly.
Zhao Ya was not shy, as Lang Songbai insisted on paying, he naturally enjoyed the meal.
Thus, Zhao Ya devoured the feast completely.
After eating, Zhao Ya escorted the drunken Xia Hongyu home.
Initially, Zhao Ya intended to hire a carriage, but Xia Hongyu insisted on walking.
Zhao Ya had no choice but to follow.
Fortunately, it was late spring, and the weather was warm; even at night, it was no longer cold.
Where Xia Hongyu lived was not close to Changping Square, and with the two strolling leisurely, it took them over an hour to arrive.
By the time they reached the front door, it was already past midnight eleven.
"I'm home now."
