waiting to be served once there was room.Du Jianjiang sat serenely on the chair. On either side of him was a young maid, each in their early twenties, holding bowls, chopsticks, and handkerchiefs to...nd avoided his gaze, as if they feared being implicated.At this moment, Cao Kun felt as if the executioner's sword was about to fall on his head.He regretted a little, regretting why he had to be the...