In silence, Li Haojue regarded the weight of life lost—how could one easily let go of it? Perhaps one day, he would have to repay the life he owed the Yang family.
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After spending a week recovering from her injuries at home, Xiao Fan's body had finally healed. However, she still couldn't return to work at the company because she needed to accompany Li Haojue to the Li family's event. The wedding that day had not been held as planned, so they decided to host a banquet for relatives and friends.
Before Li Haojue and Xiao Fan arrived at the Li family's residence, many guests had already gathered and were chatting among themselves.
Li Bowen stood on the first floor, dressed in a burgundy suit, gently swaying a wine glass. He seemed particularly eager for tonight's banquet.
For this banquet, Fang Hui had also dressed up meticulously. She walked up to Li Bowen, lifting the hem of her dress, and whispered. "Have you arranged the things I asked?"