"Nothing, it's just that I haven't seen President Su in a few days. I missed him." Zhao Qingya's voice was light and soft.
No one knew if her voice was fake or natural, but she always spoke with that voice on television and gained many male fans.
"It looks like Young Master Su's scoring tonight."
The people joked, but Su Yu's face remained emotionless.
After playing a few rounds, Wei Liao suggested, "Let's go to a bar for some drinks, it's too early right now and we don't have anything to do anyway."
Su Yu looked down at his watch; it was only ten thirty. He nodded. "You can find a place."
Wei Liao immediately called to reserve a place before the group headed over.
With Su Yu were a dozen people who he didn't know that well, but they hung out in the same circle.
Usually, these young masters would pride themselves on seeing Su Yu in person.