After a week of silence from his brothers, Qing Chen finally received a message from Wuming. "Let's have lunch." He was not that surprised when he saw that Qing Lok was there too.
"Where the hell have you been hiding?" he asked his younger brother as he slid inside the booth.
"Just here and there. Couch surfing," Qing Lok shrugged.
There was a look of disdain in Qing Chen's face. "You're a partial owner of a huge hotel and you sleep on people's couches?"
Qing Lok laughed. "At least I have friends."
"Sure," Qing Chen said. It was a low blow, but he knew that Qing Lok was only joking. As he said, and he will say it again, he didn't need friends. All he needed was his family. "So, what is this for?" he directed the question to Wuming.
Wuming shrugged his leather jacket off. "I just want to have a nice meal with the two of you."
"Are you finally going to tell us that you're going back to your mountain?" asked Qing Lok.