The spacious, luxurious private room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was downright strange.
Jiang Xun couldn't be bothered with Chu Xingye or Ji Yuntian. He lounged in a corner of the sofa, popping peanuts into his mouth and crunching away.
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Jiang Xun tossed his last peanut into the air and caught it neatly in his mouth.
Then he pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID. His eldest maternal uncle.
Fu Yanli.
Jiang Xun hung up, put his phone on silent, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Before long, someone knocked outside. The door opened, and a tall, long-legged waiter in a black uniform pushed in a cart loaded with several expensive bottles of liquor, fruit, and pastries.
Though the lighting was dim, it was enough to make out Bai Lian's cold, expressionless face.
Chu Xingye frowned in displeasure, his gaze openly hostile as he looked at Bai Lian. His tone was equally rude. "Why is it you again?"
Having that Ji guy around was annoying enough.
Bai Lian showed little reaction. He merely said, "I work here."
With that, he began setting the drinks and food on the table one by one.
Chu Xingye interrupted impatiently. "Enough. We don't need you here. Get out."
Bai Lian stopped what he was doing, but instead of leaving right away, he looked toward Jiang Xun, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa.
Does this brat have no shame? Chu Xingye grew even more irritated. He was about to say something else when Jiang Xun smiled faintly and spoke first. "We're all friends here. Why don't you stay, little brother... and drink with us?"
It sounded like a joke.
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