Face is one thing, substance another.
On the matter of face, one must handle it well.
As the evening gradually approached, they finally escorted Gu Shanhai to his residence. Although there was supposed to be a second event, Gu Shanhai declined, feeling that wasting an entire afternoon with them was enough; a second round would not be worthwhile.
Though the second event might have been more stimulating than the first, Gu Shanhai had never been a person who focused on excitement and enjoyment; stability suited him better.
Since Gu Shanhai did not participate, the second event simply fizzled out.
"Marquis, these people are up to no good," Xu En reminded him.
"As long as they work, it doesn't matter if they have ill intentions," Gu Shanhai had indeed noticed what these people were plotting. At the banquet, everyone seemed cordial, but in reality, they hoped Gu Shanhai would drop dead.
