It was seven o'clock in the evening at a restaurant in Tianhai City. Wang Yu and Wang Liqing were seated at a dining table.
Across from them sat two men. One, dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses, stood to the side, clearly a bodyguard. The other, a man in his fifties, was seated in a chair with his suit jacket hung aside. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a Patek Philippe watch. The man's beard was meticulously groomed—neither unkempt nor sparse, but obviously well-maintained.
He was Wang Tianlu.
"So you only think of me after you've failed?" Wang Tianlu asked, his eyes lowered as he slowly sliced his steak. The skin on his fingers was already wrinkled.
Wang Liqing's expression soured at the remark.
But Wang Yu wore a smile. "Brother Lu…"
"Stop. Cut it out," Wang Tianlu sneered. "You're always so close to that girl, Wang Qifu, yet I've never once heard you, President Yu, call me 'Brother Lu'."
