Zhang Zhongkai smiled faintly, his gaze meeting the cool eyes of Emperor Quan for a brief moment.
"Hehe... yes."
A light laugh, "hehe," contained too much meaning.
It could express 'yes', but it could also express 'no'.
Zhan Se knew in her heart that Zhang Zhongkai had always been particularly adept at the art of language and could understand why he might hold some resentment towards Emperor Quan because of his own car combustion incident. So, she refrained from saying more, only trying her best to play the peacemaker.
At the New Year's Eve dinner, she raised her glass and poured out her thoughts all at once.
"Gathering here for the New Year's dinner is fate. From now on, we are all one family. No matter the grievances from the past, I hope we can put them behind us and cherish every day we have ahead. What do you think?"
