They took their seats, and tea was served.
After a few pleasantries, Zhang Miao got straight to the point, his expression turning serious. "I've heard that Lintao Pavilion was threatened by Chief Steward Lin Fangyun. Is there any truth to this?"
"We did indeed receive a notice the day before yesterday," Lü Zhong said truthfully. A sense of understanding dawned on him as he guessed the man's intentions.
'He's probably just here to find some dirt on his opponent.'
As expected, Zhang Miao immediately slammed his hand on the table, roaring in fury, "How outrageous! To think that while my father is away, a black sheep like this could appear in the Commerce Association!"
Then, he turned to Lü Zhong, his expression full of apology. "Fellow Daoist Lü, please rest assured. I guarantee that justice will be done in this matter."
"In that case, I thank you," Lü Zhong said, playing along.
After seeing Zhang Miao off, Lü Zhong went to the backyard, grabbed a bag, and prepared to head out.
