Guo Fusheng did not disappoint Fu Yisheng, immediately giving an honest answer, "My good friends asked me to come, they wanted me to invite Miss Song to join them for drinks and good food. Isn't the daughter of Song Sheng supposed to be called Miss Song? I'm not stupid."
"You are very smart, indeed the daughter of Song Sheng is Miss Song." Fu Yisheng first complimented him, then gently lured him, "Could you tell me who your good friends are?"
Guo Fusheng stretched out his hand to point in one direction, "Over there! They said they are all my good friends, I like making friends."
The group he pointed to consisted of well-known young masters from Forty-nine City, a pack with a not-so-good reputation, heirs of notable birthright, each assuming they could rule the world, not taking Fu Yisheng from Hong Kong seriously.
When Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing's gazes turned to them, they looked back provocatively, some even whistled.
The whistle carried a hint of frivolity.