Returning to her room, Xia Lu saw an invitation placed at the door. The resort was to hold its annual Christmas Eve party the following evening, inviting all guests to attend. After reading it, she put the invitation back in its place.
After taking a quick shower, she was about to rest when Xia Zhiqiu suddenly pushed the door open.
"It's not good, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Ye are fighting."
"What?"
Xia Lu hurried downstairs and saw everyone gathered on the first-floor terrace.
"Why can't you speak calmly? We're here on vacation, and besides, you two are brothers. Can't you just settle your issues peacefully? There's no need for violence," Guan Li was earnestly trying to persuade them.
Zhou Mingchen stood to the side with an indifferent face, obviously not listening to her words. Ye Shaotang was sitting on the opposite sofa, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. Neither of them looked at each other, still appearing to be sulking.
