On the second floor of Fuchun House, Lu Ping didn't stand on ceremony. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
He ordered four meat dishes, a bowl of rice, and a drink before starting to eat.
On his right ear, he wore a earpiece and kept the conversation going.
Before long, a tall man in his forties or fifties walked over.
Behind him was a man in his thirties dressed in black.
Lu Ping watched the two of them arrive at the door of the private room reserved by Lin Yueyin.
Soon, the man in his forties or fifties entered the room, while the other man stood at the door.
He had no intention of entering the establishment.
Lu Ping also knew that in this world, judging someone's age based on their appearance was actually a very stupid thing to do.
He looked at the guy who stood at the door like a guard and continued to eat with his head lowered, but kept paying attention to the sounds in his earpiece.