Hearing her joke with him, clearly without blaming him, Li Qi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "How could I? After going back, I have to invite you all once more to formally apologize."

"Alright," Ye Xingbei said, "I won’t meet your cousin, I’m afraid of wasting time. We’ve been friends for a long time. If you invite us to dinner, I should show face."

Li Qi’s face showed a smile, "Okay, I’ll definitely contact you later."

"Sure, see you in Beijing," Ye Xingbei said, "Then we’ll head back to our room first."

The matter was resolved.

The police left.

The excitement was gone.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed.

On the way back to the room, Zhi Foliu asked Ye Xingbei, "Beibei, how do you know Seventh Brother?"

"Li Qi?" Ye Xingbei tilted her head to look at her.

"Yes." Zhi Foliu nodded.

"I saved Li Qi’s life." Ye Xingbei briefly explained their encounter in Jiang City with Li Qi to Zhi Foliu.

"Beibei, you’re so smart and brave!" Zhi Foliu praised sincerely, "You and Seventh Brother really have a connection. I can see that Seventh Brother values your life-saving grace and cares about your opinion of him."

Ye Xingli pushed open the booth door for the two and said to Zhi Foliu, "Ah Fu, when you meet Beibei’s husband later, you mustn’t say this! Beibei’s husband is super jealous, even of me!"

Zhi Foliu: "..."

"Hey, wait," Ye Xingli thought of something and curiously looked at Zhi Foliu, "Ah Fu, how do you know Li Qi? Why do you call him Seventh Brother? Are you relatives?"

"Not relatives, but longtime family friends," Zhi Foliu said, "My grandfather and Li Qi’s grandfather used to be colleagues. When I was young, Seventh Brother and I lived in a big courtyard, and even now, our families still live very close."

"Family friends? Colleagues?" Ye Xingli, who was helping Zhi Foliu with her chair, froze.

He sized Zhi Foliu up for a few seconds, "Ah Fu, your grandfather..."

Zhi Foliu replied cheerfully, "My grandfather is called Zhi Sheng."

"Zhi Sheng..." Ye Xingli’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, "The one who often appears on TV?"

"Yes," Zhi Foliu said with a bright smile, "That’s right, do I look like my grandfather?"

"Uh..." Ye Xingli scratched his head, looking her up and down again, "Really?"

"Really," Zhi Foliu said, "How could I lie about that? Why? Do you think I don’t look like my grandfather?"

"No... not really..." Ye Xingli stared at her blankly and said, "You... aren’t you really poor? How could you be poor if your grandfather is Zhi Sheng?"

"I’m poor?" Zhi Foliu chuckled, "When did I ever say I was poor?"

Ye Xingli said, "After school, don’t you work at the flower shop opposite our school every day?"

"I do," Zhi Foliu said, "But I’m the owner!"

Ye Xingli: "..."

Zhi Foliu said, "I’ve loved music since I was young and have a fondness for flowers and plants, so I opened a flower shop and work as a Guzheng teacher at the school opposite the shop."

She sat down on the chair, twisting to look at Ye Xingli with a smile, "Since we met, I’ve never mentioned anything about my financial situation, have I?"

Ye Xingli carefully recalled, "No..."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Her silly second brother!

She couldn’t even bear to look.

"So Brother Li, why do you think Sister Fu’s family is very poor?" Sitting across from Zhi Foliu, Ye Xingbei asked her in utter speechlessness.