At seven in the evening, inside the private room of Juwei Restaurant in Shanghai, Yan Fei met his long-lost friends Lu Pingping and Yang Qi.
Lu Pingping was youthful and beautiful, fashionably dressed, and stood tall at a full 1.7 meters. Not only was her face pretty, but her figure was also attractively curvaceous. Upon seeing her, Yan Fei couldn't help but swallow hard. Yang Qi, on the other hand, was a frail and short young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, giving off a somewhat foolish and naive appearance.
Yan Fei originally rose to his feet, intending to hug Lu Pingping, but hesitated and merely shook her hand instead, and when it came to Yang Qi, he just patted him on the shoulder.
Once they were seated, Lu Pingping laughed and said, "Fei, you seem to be glowing recently. Have you had some good fortune?"
Yan Fei replied with a smile, "My family's building was demolished, and we were compensated with some money. Naturally, I'm glowing because my pockets are full."