"Don't say I'm not loyal, man. I even found out that they're going to a private club gathering tomorrow. Don't get taken advantage of, and make me come to rescue you," Wei Tingyao teased with a smile.
Zhou Jingwei listened and also let out a smile, his voice relaxed and lazy, "Got it."
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Jingcheng City Center, private club.
The extravagant open-plan floor, filled with beige fresh flowers air-shipped from F Country, arranged on a low table carved with vines at the center, combined with the melodious music, added class.
Zhao Hanchen stood by the billiards table, holding a slender, retro cue in his hand; he bent over, fingertips on the table, his posture focused.
"Fan'an, didn't you bring back a set of black vinyl records from abroad last time? I'm tired of the ones here; let's change it up,"
Li Zhao, who had been rummaging through an entire wall of records, finally looked over at Gu Fan'an with a lack of enthusiasm.
Gu Fan'an's lips twitched, speechless.