Xu Zeqing has been imitating and learning the demeanor and image of Hong Ruhai, but it was an awkward mimicry, neither one thing nor the other, incongruous and comical.
Zheng Lie was hidden at the back of the crowd.
When he stayed silent, not wanting to reveal himself, no one would notice his presence.
Zheng Lie solemnly watched the man wielding a cue, dominating the billiard table. He admitted that this man had quite an appealing appearance; even in his forties, he exuded a captivating charm.
Hong Ruhai seemed to fit the fantasy of all young women with uncles or gentlemen fetishes.
But no matter how handsome he was, it shouldn't be enough to attract the Pilot.
Zheng Lie frowned and walked over to the billiard table, placing a hand firmly on Hong Ruhai's shoulder.
At the moment Zheng Lie gripped Hong Ruhai's shoulder, it was as if an invisible nail pinned his bones to the billiard table, unable to move.
Zheng Lie whispered to him, "The Pilot wants to see you."
