After Shen Lian finished his lemonade, Feng Yueshan called him over to play mahjong.
"You're good at cards. How about mahjong?" Feng Yueshan asked with a smile.
Shen Lian said, "Born Mahjong Saint."
"Come on, then!"
Chu Yilan sat behind Shen Lian. He had sounded so confident, yet his play was a complete mess.
Yang Bin arrived late and hurried to Chu Yilan's side, bending down to say, "The deal is settled. They'll send the contract back tomorrow morning."
Chu Yilan gave a quiet hum. "Find something you'd like to play or drink. Young Master Feng is treating today."
"Make yourselves at home," Feng Yueshan said, busy shuffling the tiles.
"Thank you, Young Master Feng," Yang Bin said, then stood dutifully behind Chu Yilan.
Sun Binghe had once offered him a piece of advice: "If Mr. Shen is around, you'd better stick close to the boss."
"Why?"
"Because you're in for a surprise."
Assistant Yang was intensely curious.
By his third loss, Shen Lian was frowning slightly.
"Saint, scan and pay." Feng Yueshan held out his QR code.
Shen Lian was just about to take out his phone when a beep sounded. Chu Yilan had paid ten times the amount and said casually, "Play all you like."
Feng Yueshan choked. Honestly, sometimes I really want to throw you two out.
While the table automatically shuffled the tiles, Shen Lian flexed his wrists. I'm definitely winning this one.
"Why won't you let us in?" An argument broke out at the entrance. "We made a reservation too. What, you can just go back on your word? Do you know who we are?"
Shen Lian thought the voice sounded familiar.
Everyone looked up toward the noise and saw a group at the entrance. Though the dim lighting reduced them to silhouettes, they were