Yingchun Tower was Chu Huaijun's territory. He had given half of the shares to Chief Defense Envoy Liao Zihui, so inviting Liao Zihui for a meal here couldn't have been more appropriate.
In a private room on the third floor, a table laden with delicacies from land and sea was set before them, but Chief Defense Envoy Liao Zihui hardly touched his chopsticks.
Gorgeously dressed women sang and played instruments nearby. Liao Zihui maintained a faint smile but hardly spoke.
At a cue from Chu Huaijun, one of the women who was singing sat on Liao Zihui's lap.
Chu Huaijun had thought this would ease the awkward atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the faint smile on Liao Zihui's face vanished completely.
Liao Zihui was somewhat different from usual today.
Seeing the Chief Defense Envoy's brow gradually furrow, Chu Huaijun quickly dismissed the others.
