When Han Chi came out, Li Zhao and Li Mi were still there.
Han Chi gritted his teeth.
He quietly glanced at Li Mi.
Li Zhao also looked at his sister, "Mi 'er, go to Mother's side."
"..." When Li Mi heard this, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
She glared at her brother angrily, snorted, and left.
Li Zhao invited Han Chi to the private room he had just opened.
"Please."
"Please."
The two of them were a head apart, but Han Chi did not feel awkward walking beside Li Zhao. His demeanor was even calmer than Li Zhao's.
He had seen too much of the ways of the world and suffered too much. He was too good at putting on a mask on himself.
Even though he was a little nervous, he pretended that nothing had happened.
They entered the private room.
Tea and snacks were already prepared.
The attendant immediately poured tea for Han Chi.