After putting the clothes away, Shao Ke went upstairs to change into a shirt, then prepared to head to the banquet with Yan Ningke.
Unexpectedly, just before they left, Lars pestered them relentlessly, insisting on coming along.
Perhaps Lars had gotten a taste for outings. The dog blocked the front door and gazed at them pleadingly. Yan Ningke softened and turned to the man in the wheelchair.
Two pairs of big, watery eyes seemed to be saying, Please, take me/it along.
Shao Ke: "..."
Where had they learned this sob story routine now?
"Get in the car!"
Everyone was happy. Yan Ningke took Lars by the front paws and happily spun around with the dog.
Shao Ke was an expert at ruining the mood. "Get dog hair all over yourself, and you two can take a taxi!"
The laughter stopped at once. Man and dog exchanged a look, and Yan Ningke wrinkled his nose toward the car.
Coldhearted man!
The drive took a little over ten minutes. When they arrived, they transferred to a sightseeing cart that took them into the inner grounds.
It had looked rather empty from outside, but once they were inside, there was a constant stream of people coming and going.
A server led them to the third floor of the main building and opened a door. Wen Shaoyu came up to greet them. "I thought you weren't coming."
There weren't many people in the private room. Aside from a table playing mahjong, a few others were scattered around, holding glasses of wine.
"Oh, you even brought the dog?"
Before Yan Ningke could answer, Lars barked first. "Woof!"
What kind of talk was that? I have a name!
That drew everyone's attention. Si Yanzhuo, who had a slim cigarette between his lips at the mahjong table,