The lunch with fine dishes and great taste had been finished, and the collection of more than twenty years old good wine also had all been drunk up. Tang Xiu and Yuan Chuling had eaten and drunk to their heart’s contents, but for the couple Yuan Zhengxuan and Zhao Jing, even after the lunch had ended, they were somewhat still in a daze and weren’t yet able to fully recover from their shock.
"Uncle Yuan, do you have a moment for us to talk alone?"
Tang Xiu looked at Yuan Zhengxuan and said.
Yuan Zhengxuan was silent for a moment. Then, he nodded and said, “Come to my study room! Jing honey, please make a pot of tea for us and send it to my study room!”
With an astonished expression, Yuan Chuling asked, “Eh? You got something to talk with my Dad, Brother? So confidential and mysterious that even I can’t listen?”
Tang Xiu didn’t answer.
Yuan Zhengxuan replied to him with a deep tone, “Little Ling, go watch TV in the living room.”
"Fine, fine!"