The reason Luke came to this restaurant to eat is because Negan received a tip that his cousin, Will, had been here, or more accurately, used his credit card here.

He came today hoping to try his luck.

Luke ate his meal very slowly, but after over an hour, he still hadn't seen Will.

Luke was almost done and was getting ready to leave.

The owner of the restaurant approached him with a smile, "Sir, is this your first time at our place?"

"Yes." Luke looked her over; the owner was also Asian, quite pretty, with a faint pleasant fragrance about her.

"Did you enjoy your meal?"

"Pretty good."

"Do you have any feedback on the dishes or our service?"

"The dishes tasted nice, but the bowl of rice I ordered at the end was just average in texture."

"Thank you for your feedback. We'll work on it.

This bowl of rice will be on the house."

"No need." Luke liked eating rice and was picky about its texture, not that there was an issue with the restaurant's rice.

The owner took note of the rice issue, "We hope to see you again next time."

Luke stopped her, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Lin, and I'm the owner of this restaurant."

"Boss Lin, could I ask you for a favor?"

The owner smiled and replied, "I'm just a small restaurant owner, if it's about the restaurant, no problem.

If it's about something else, I might not be able to help."

Luke took out a photo of Will, "Have you seen him?"

The owner glanced at the photo, "Yes, a handsome Asian guy, he has dined here before."

"I'm his cousin, he recently had a fight with his family and ran away from home.

His family is very worried.

If he comes again, could you give me a call?"

The owner looked troubled, "I'm sorry, I can't agree to that request.

You are my guest, and he is my guest as well.

No matter the reason, I won't disclose any guest information to others.

I believe, if I did,

you wouldn't feel comfortable either."

"Could you tell me when he was last here?"

"He left a little after 8 PM the night before last."

"Was he alone, or with someone else?"

"He came with friends."

"What kind of friends?"

"I don't remember clearly."

"Thank you."

"I'm very sorry I couldn't help you." The owner finished speaking and returned to the counter.

Luke didn't press on any further, called the waiter to settle the bill, and left.

Although he didn't see Will, just knowing he dined here the night before last was proof enough he wasn't in danger.

Luke used to think quite well of this cousin before, but this incident left him with a bit of displeasure.

If not for the sake of his father and uncle, Luke wouldn't even bother.

The next morning.

Luke got up early; it was time for the chubby one to return to Los Angeles as his vacation ended.

Originally, the plan was for the two brothers to return together.

But due to the case involving Gambling King Zhou Tiansheng, Luke decided to stay in New York a while longer to resolve it and ensure his father's safety.

Luke took his brother to the airport, and the chubby one looked dissatisfied, muttering, "Why do I have to go back alone?"

"If you don't return soon, mom might come storming to New York." Luke pinched his brother's head with his right hand.

"I don't like flying alone."

"Stop making excuses, I'll be back in a couple of days."

"Will you bring me a gift?"

Luke "..."

Do I owe you?

He reluctantly said, "I will."

"Liar, you said yesterday you'd bring me something tasty when you got back and you brought nothing."

Luke "..."

He initially planned to take two roasted pigeons home, but the owner refused his request. Although he knew they weren't obliged to help, he still felt a bit displeased and didn't bring it up again.

Li Zhaofeng said, "Jack, I'll miss you too, but you need to go to school.

You can come back to New York and play during the summer."

"Really?"

"Of course, let's do a high-five pledge." Li Zhaofeng stretched out his right hand for a high-five with his son.

After dawdling for twenty minutes, the time almost came, and Luke waved his brother off.

What a nuisance.

Finally gone.

The father and son drove home.

Li Zhaofeng, driving, said, "Luke, staying here in New York, it won't affect your work in Los Angeles, will it?"

"I've already contacted the chief and explained the situation here. He gave me a few extra days off."

Li Zhaofeng glanced at his son; he's grown up, matured. He knew Luke stayed back to help him, wanted to say thank you but couldn't find the words, "By the way, it's tax filing season, need any help?"

Luke thought for a moment, "Of course, I was just about to bring that up."

Filing taxes in America is complex, requiring a professional's interpretation and judgment on many of the tax regulations.

Why is it that every time there's a tax increase, it's the middle class that suffers the most, because the poor don't have money to fleece.

The wealthy have money and will hire professional lawyers and accountants to plan their taxes, designing various legitimate schemes to reduce or avoid taxes by redistributing income and expenses.

The middle class suffers the most; they have some money but not a lot, reluctant to hire professional lawyers and accountants to help plan their taxes. Sometimes, the cost of hiring them might exceed the increased tax amount, so why bother?