It wasn't his phone call.
Muo Huangnian's heart trembled, an indescribable sense of loss spreading through his veins like never before.
"Hello? Honey, I'm at the bar..." The young gentleman surnamed Xu answered the call, hung up half a minute later, and hurriedly pushed away the woman beside him. "Quick, leave, leave. My wife's coming over soon."
The woman pouted reluctantly and left.
Soon, another woman, elegant and poised like a lady from a noble family, walked over with furrowed brows. She sat beside him, sulking in a flirtatious reprimand. "Why are you drinking again... and still smelling like perfume!"
The gentleman surnamed Xu embraced her, kissing and coaxing, "Ah, honey, it's just a gathering with a few brothers to strengthen our bond. Look, there's not a single woman around me..."
