Xu Shiling's expression turned strange when he learned that the handsome young man from earlier was Meng Jintang, the one who had once been engaged to his niece. He told Zhao Jing, "If I had known he was Meng Jintang, I wouldn't have given him the cloak."
Zhao Jing chuckled. "We still had to give it to him. Otherwise, if he really fell ill and couldn't take the Imperial Examination, how could we afford to compensate him?"
He certainly didn't want Meng Jintang to get tangled up with Wanqing again over this matter. So, what did lending a mere cloak matter? If possible, they should offer an even more generous thank-you gift tomorrow. It would be best to completely settle the debt, leaving no lingering ties.
