FENG LANG
My car rolled down the almost empty street.
At this time of the night, it was was only normal 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 myself to the location all four of us had agreed on.
My phone rang, and I checked the caller.
Wang Ruiqing.
Immediately I answered, the piercing electronic music blasted through my car's Bluetooth speaker.
Fucking hell!
"Eh, Lang! Where are you?!"
Ruiqing screeched h theough 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.
