A thought seemed to cross Cheng Zongyang's mind, and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"Interesting. It looks like today wasn't a total loss after all."
At his side, Li Lu asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Is He Shujun trying to cooperate?"
But when he saw Cheng Zongyang continue to eat and drink nonchalantly, he felt a sense of helplessness.
"Brother Cheng, what are you planning to do?"
Cheng Zongyang put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth casually, and said,
"This was all within my expectations, so there's nothing much to say. At least I was able to probe their attitudes. Now I can act accordingly. Aren't you eating?"
Li Lu was too preoccupied to eat. He shook his head. "No, thanks. Just tell me what you're planning to do."
Cheng Zongyang said, "In that case, have these dishes sent to the homes of the various Hall Masters. A gift for them. It's not like anyone else touched the food."
