FENG LANG
My car glided down the nearly empty street.
At this time of the night, it wasn't unusual to spot one or two slobbering drunks on the sidewalks.
I checked my rearview mirror. There were a few cars behind me.
It was already quite some time past midnight, but because I was feeling generous, I let Chen Yu enjoy his time off while I drove to the location all four of us had agreed on.
My phone rang, and I checked the caller.
Wang Ruiqing.
I answered immediately, the piercing electronic music blasted through my car's Bluetooth speaker.
Fucking hell!
"Eh, Lang! Where are you?!"
Ruiqing screeched through the noise, inherently worsening the state of my hearing.
"Almost there." I answered flatly, hoping he would get the hint to find a better place to make the call.
He didn't.
"Good! Yichen looks like he's about to storm off any — Oh, Long just walked in!" I huffed at that last statement, rolling my eyes.
