The private restaurant is designed in the style of a Jiangnan water town, with ancient bridges, flowing water, and moon archways.

When Lu Ci and Lu Ang pushed open the door and came in, Ji Fuying had been waiting for a while.

“Mr. Lu, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” Ji Fuying smiled and stood up, extending her right hand to Lu Ang in welcome.

Lu Ang shook her hand in return, smiling as he said, "Miss Ji, it's been a long time. How is your leg recovering?"

"It's almost all healed. Let's sit down and talk."

The three people took their seats.

Because we had given advance notice, the dishes were served very quickly.

Ji Fuying personally poured two glasses of wine and handed them to them, her words filled with endless gratitude.

"I am very grateful to you for saving my life at such a dangerous moment. I would like to propose a toast to you. Cheers!"

She wasn't a good drinker, but she really wanted to thank them properly, after all, their life-saving grace was like that of her second parents.

The two tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their glasses together.

"You've thanked me so many times already, I'm tired of hearing it even if you're not annoyed," Lu Ci joked.

"But it's not enough. The debt of gratitude for a life cannot be repaid with just a word of thanks. I really want to do something for you."

She was constantly surrounded by gratitude and guilt, and always felt she had to do something for them to ease her pain.

Perhaps feeling a little down, she toasted them one glass after another until her consciousness began to fade.

The next private room.

Han Xiao cautiously said to the stern-faced man, "President Ji, President Lu said he has something to do tonight and can't come."

Ji Yan's eyes turned slightly cold. Lu Ci had deliberately stood him up after making an appointment with him; he was playing with fire.