When his wife personally came to call him home for dinner, the game naturally could not continue.
Wei Yenwu spread his hands and pushed all the tiles onto the table. Along with the mahjong tiles, he shoved forward a pile of blue Lungmen Dollars. He had only been looking for some amusement, but since he had not managed to finish the game, he still felt a little regretful.
"Split it among yourselves. My wife called me home for dinner."
These card-playing companions, who had only met him once, all nodded in understanding and cast sympathetic looks at Old Wei. This old man seemed terribly addicted to mahjong, but with his wife personally coming to drag him away, it looked like this oddball with the big mouth and poor skills would not be seen at the table for quite a while.
My wife... That sort of address sounded like something he used to keep up appearances in front of others. It could not be taken seriously.
More often than not, the silent one was the real big boss.
Old Wei returned to the city lord's residence with Fumizuki, while the shadow guards left the lightless security booth through their own channels. Everything in the park remained as usual. Those playing cards played cards, those walking birds walked birds, all exuding a leisure utterly at odds with this bustling city.
"Stop pretending to be some idle old man. I'm afraid that after fishing, playing mahjong, launching construction projects, and even digging a canal through Lungmen's urban district every day, you'll keep pretending until you believe it yourself."
"Not very likely."
Wei Yenwu sat at the dining table, listening carefully to his wife. From time to time, he nodded to show that he had heard her clearly.
Will could be worn away, ideals