Soon, more than half of April had passed.
That evening at the Jindi Clubhouse.
Inside a private room, haze and debauchery shrouded the atmosphere, an image of indulgence with pools of wine and forests of meat.
By the time Lu Ziheng arrived, everyone was nearly drunk to their limit.
"Lu San, why didn't you bring Xiaoyu over?" Yan Nansheng squinted his eyes, visibly displeased.
Counting the days, it seemed like since they last parted at the golf course, he hadn't seen that little vixen again. Every time it was just a gathering of men, and he couldn't bring his little girlfriend, which was really boring!
Lu Ziheng walked over and sat down on the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed beneath the confines of his suit trousers. "Which of your nerves has been acting up lately?"
"What's wrong?" Yan Nansheng blinked, a look of innocence on his handsome face.